I grew up in a naive bubble,
Now I sit on my home of rubble.
At night I might let a tear slip,
Maybe tomorrow my world might flip.
In her heart I found my home,
My hair she would so beautifully com
Who other than my beloved mother
How she loved me like no other.
In a land that seems so far away,
Dream, promises and freedom lay.
Oh syria, I promise I will come back to you one day