freedom4syria

A little girl's tale, another girl's life

Dear world,

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

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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