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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