Gather 'Round the Stone

Ben Harper

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 

Ashes from an unfinished life 
Are all that's left 
In a tear-drop-shaped locket 
Hanging from his mother's chest 

You whip the back of freedom 
'till it bleeds an oil stream 
Then you sail down upon it 
In your killing machine 

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