If I were you, and you were me
A castaway from truth and right
Forsaken in a communist land
With 30 years of lonely nights
If I were you, and you were me
Like refuse cast upon a hill
Buried like life's broken things
Tortured just to break my will
If I were you, and you were me
A chattel of forgotten war
Wherein there was no victory
Just coverups and battle scars
If I were you, and you were me
Where would you place the blame?
You would be here, as I am now
The Wall would bear your name!
