Some have turned away
Some said wild
And a few said free
Some have refused to say
Do you think that you know my name
The songbird somehow sweetly sings
The sun somehow she shines
The fireflies cut the cold black wind
To paint their strange designs
And the wind she sings my name
Take your armies, take them from my door
Your battle's built on doom
Your standards all lie shattered now
'neath the portals of my room
And the walls they sing my name
Some have called me Hunger's Child
Some have turned away
Some said wild
And a few said free
Some have refused to say
Do you think that you know my name
