Born from Fire

I have a mind, a good memory Here’s how my life begins I wasn’t born from a woman’s thighs But from fire I dwell on that dream I don’t want that to fade I keep that dream Until the axe does all that work I was kept under the table Raised from their sigh I was worthless till the day When flames did all the work I dwell on that dream I don’t want that to fade I keep that dream Until the axe does all that work On the day I was born They denied my rights Even the right to die On the day I was born They denied my rights On the day I was born They denied my right to die!