I left my home still as a child, I walked a thousand soary miles
To wait for my father, to gather up his tools
He said my boy you've got [bad word]  don't wait for me, don't wait for mum [bad word] get you, when it's safe for us to move

So I waited many years, held back the pain behind my tears
For my father, [bad word] find me like he said
And in that time I was alone, so many years without my home
I made brothers of a different kind instead

And at the time I didn't know, just how hard the wind could blow
Towards disaster, and the things that I would see
I never found my father, I never found my mother
Even would I know in my lifetime I will be

hero into the masses, to those born without chances
There's a freedom that everyone deserves
I know there's greed and there's [bad word] I've seen death and mass [bad word] But I'm telling you, and I hope that I'm heard

I will not [bad word] I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on
Without the help of my soul

And I will not [bad word] And I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on
Without the help of my soul

And I will not [bad word] And I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on
Without the help of my soul

I will not [bad word] I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on
Without the help of my soul