Modern Slaves 가사

We're at the airport, the three of us I was just eight years old I was hanging on to the man with a bag, holding his hand Where I came from, nobody wanted me It shakes me as I see man's brutality My traveling companions seem to know where it's at I have a different name now and I cannot remember that Shaved my hair, where's my beautiful hair The lady said it will grow, honey don't despair Took my clothes, they were tattered and torn Gave me new ones and some shoes to put on Modern slaves (modern slaves) Modern slaves Modern slaves (modern slaves) Modern slaves (modern slaves) Modern slaves My father, my mother wanted us to go So many children, how could they know "Won't be long, you'll be home soon Learn to read and write, eat with a spoon" Worked us to the ground my sister almost died "What language do they speak, I don't understand" I cried. What have I become, I question constantly I lose myself, my whole identity From day to day I survive, but it's eating me alive I'm desperate, I'm out on my own But you won't kill my sprit, it's mine and mine alone Modern slaves, modern slaves Modern slaves, modern slaves Modern slaves, modern slaves Modern slaves, modern slaves