August 04, 2022

The Stolen Years - The Song Lyrics & Video


Today is the day! My song THE STOLEN YEARS written by me and Vocals by my featured artist Thir13een is out now! It is available on all streaming platforms!

This time I edited the song video myself and collaborated with the talented dancer Lily once again. I hope you like the song as well as the dance video on YouTube.

The videos and images behind Lily speak for themselves. But there is a deeper message and reason why she is dancing on my memoir THE STOLEN YEARS IN ZURICH. It symbolizes the way evil and corrupt people and lawmakers trample on people's life, destiny, and dignity and enjoy it without any consciousness of the consequences and outcome for the innocent people they are punishing. They don’t realize that life is like a boomerang. Sooner or later it will hit them back when they least expect it!

The refugee law with its impossible obstacles not only stills away precious years but also destroys human dignity as if their life and future don’t matter at all. The condescending way how refugees' lives are treated like a toy is shameful and upsetting.  

The same applies to the horrible people that made my mum's and my life a living hell for way too many years. I'm not going into detail about who and how because I don’t want to give away too much information about my memoir THE STOLEN YEARS IN ZURICH but as I say in my song, we survived the stolen years. We are stronger than ever before and now is our time to shine!

And this is the song lyric The Stolen Years

Lyrics by Lily Amis, Vocals by Thir13een 

It was the first day of December; it was a day that I’ll always remember

I went into a library to get myself a read about history

When a book title caught my attention, The Stolen Years in Zurich

An hour later back at home, I snuggled in my comfy bed and read

with a women’s voice back in my head


Hours later, emotionally exhausted and sad

I fell into sleep and there she was Lily Amis

the writer of The Stolen Years

she whispered in my ears and said

 

Time goes by faster than you think

day by day and year by year, page by page, chapter by chapter

Never forget it’s your book, it’s your story

Don’t allow wanna be Ghostwriters to take control

Rewrite, edit, and still away your glory

Don’t allow wanna be Ghostwriters to take control

Rewrite, edit, and still away your glory

 

With only two suitcases and supplies of hope

mum and I left grandparents, and war behind

Instead of experiencing justice and liberty

finding a new homeland and future in dignity

we were rejected, punished for years

 

Oh it was fifteen years of humiliation and shame

I wish I could turn back the time, wash away the pain

Surviving without the chance to breathe freely

Struggling without the opportunity to integrate fully

 

Time goes by faster than you think

day by day and year by year, page by page, chapter by chapter

Never forget it’s your book, it’s your story

Don’t allow wanna be Ghostwriters to take control

Rewrite, edit, and still away your glory

Don’t allow wanna be Ghostwriters to take control

Rewrite, edit, and still away your glory

 

I wish I could turn back the time, rewrite some chapters

Relive, replace and remove some evil characters 

The only solution to escape my hopeless story

was marrying the wrong man for the wrong reason 

which has stolen too many precious season

 

Such a sacrifice for nothing but a piece of paper, paper

Fifteen years of fear and loneliness

They truly did everything to still away our precious years

and yet, mum and I survived the stolen years, stolen years

 

Time goes by faster than you think

day by day and year by year, page by page, chapter by chapter

Never forget it’s your book, it’s your story

Don’t allow wanna be Ghostwriters to take control

Rewrite, edit, and still away your glory

Don’t allow wanna be Ghostwriters to take control

Rewrite, edit, and still away your glory


Four nor five stars reviews matter

Make sure you only live bestselling chapters

We’re no longer fictional characters

We write the final draft and take control over our next chapters

This is our life, oh!

This is our time, oh!

This is my voice, yeah yeah…

 

The next day I gave Lily’s book back to my library

and treasured her precious words in my memory….

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