Modern slaves

We're at the airport, the three of us
I was just eight years old
I was hanging on to the man with a bag, holding his hand
Where I came from, nobody wanted me
It shakes me as I see man's brutality
My traveling companions seem to know where it's at
I have a different name now and I cannot remember that

Shaved my hair, where's my beautiful hair
The lady said it will grow, honey don't despair
Took my clothes, they were tattered and torn
Gave me new ones and some shoes to put on

Modern slaves (modern slaves)
Modern slaves
Modern slaves (modern slaves)
Modern slaves (modern slaves)
Modern slaves

My father, my mother wanted us to go
So many children, how could they know
"Won't be long, you'll be home soon
Learn to read and write, eat with a spoon"
Worked us to the ground my sister almost died
"What language do they speak, I don't understand" I cried.
What have I become, I question constantly

I lose myself, my whole identity
From day to day I survive, but it's eating me alive
I'm desperate, I'm out on my own
But you won't kill my sprit, it's mine and mine alone

Modern slaves, modern slaves
Modern slaves, modern slaves
Modern slaves, modern slaves
Modern slaves, modern slaves