Sand Storm
In this town is where I was born...
I use to play in these fields of corn...
In this place is where I use to sing with my mom...
We use to stay awake till down...
The walls of this house has been crushed and the windows has been broken...
The enemies behind these walls are watching us they are stalking...
This place is where sand storm begun...
This place is where people use to come, and now It's where they run from...
It's the start of a destructive life... It's a long way for us to drive...
Maybe I'll never be able to play, cause the sand storm has blown this wish a way...
This sand storm is destroying my soul...I have no one , cause the sand storm did vanish them all...
So I go back again to that place to pick up the memories of these broken walls ...
I've closed my eyes to remember, I've remembered when I use to play with my doll's...
When I'm going to be free from this sand storm ?
When I'm going to get back to my lovely home?
When I'm going to eat my mom muffins?
I think that I'll die before that happens...
I think that I won't see the light , cause I'll be dead in my coffin...
Sand storm you can blow me now ...come on I don't care where, when or how. ..
I think that you've won this game ... I've lost so you can put on me the blame...
Saying goodbye to you such a shame but , I hope to never see you again...
Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015
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