I didn't ask to be born in this world full of conflict I didn't ask to be born in the middle of a devastating war I didn't ask to be born to a couple about to split up But the world has been good to me I saw many of its beautiful places I didn't suffer hunger or cold I found my partner - my missing half We have a boy like him and a girl like me Did we have the right to be happy as long as somewhere on earth a woman sees her child die on her breast while already feeling a new life she knows she can't feed either? Did I have the right to be happy when other girls on this earth have to go about veiled, with downcast eyes and change hands one day from their father to an unknown husband as if they were a head of cattle? How could we rest easy on a world where people are victimised because they are the wrong colour or speak the wrong language or worship in the wrong church? Where an honest day's work often doesn't earn an honest day's pay? I don't believe in life after death I don't believe I'll ever come back But I believe my spirit will live on In everything I did or failed to do, In every word I said that praised or hurt.