Ben Harper - Gather round the stone

You're too young to know That you're too young to go There's no freedom to be found Lying face up in the ground Gather 'round the stone Ashes from an unfinished life Are all that's left In a tear-drop-shaped locket Hanging from his mother's chest Gather 'round the stone You whip the back of freedomtill it bleeds an oil stream Then you sail down upon it In your killing machine Gather 'round the stone Old men who send children Off to die in vain They will hear death's constant whisper Call remember my name Gather 'round the stone