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