Back home from exile
She was arrested
Six months pregnant
They took her to a field
And made her dig with her bare hands
For the weapons
She knew nothing about
And when she found nothing
They took her back to the prison cell
And they gave her a gun, and they said
Take it, it’s loaded, kill yourself
Like a soldier
And end your miseries
She looked at the gun and she though, okay
All my tomorrows will be just like today
Until I break or I die either way
The end has come
So she picked up the gun
Metal was cool against her head
Telling herself she’d be better off dead
When suddenly
She felt a baby kicking inside
It was good to be alive
And she started to sing