We are gods unwanted children
Raised as weeds under his splendid sun
We said his prayers and hoped our hopes
But our dreams were never heard by anyone.

We are god's unwanted children
Raised, to believe in right and wrong
But as we get one-step closer towards sorrow
We come for answers, and he's gone.

We are god's unwanted children
We cannot run, we cannot hide, we are alone and cold
In his flaming fires we survived, enlightened by the darkest
darkness
We screamed for help but no one heard.

We are god's unwanted children
Born into his cruel world, without a shadow of a doubt
We walk, we breathe, we wish to die
You'll never pick us from a crowd

We are god's unwanted children
We scream sometimes in silent voices
Like little shadows in the dark, unseen, unheard
We are the people without choices