Her name was Neda, she was only 16
She was a young girl who got caught in between
A bullet and her flesh and some place serene
And now Iran will never be as it’s been
Her name was Neda and she wanted to show
That fear of death wouldn’t keep her below
And now all of you will come to know
How far Iran’s people are willing to go
She’d been shouting and running, days on end
She didn’t go to school or work, days on end
She called out for justice, days on end
But in the end for her it was just the end
She did what she could to get back what she lost
She wanted her vote back that someone’d tossed
But it’s a damn shame that this is what it cost!
It’s a damn shame, but if we must, we must
Her name was Neda, she was only 16
There was still so much that she should’ve seen
But she’d seen enough, even as a teen
She was so tired of things as they had been
Her name was Neda and she was taken too soon
She was a beautiful child, her parent’s full moon
But from now that moon will glow red and maroon
So that people will start singing in a different tune
She took that bullet in her heart, for you and for me
She wanted a better tomorrow, for you and for me
Her name means ‘sign’ and this’s one for you to see
That freedom’s worth dying for, so fight to be free!
