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The Syrian Children

Such a war torn land yet so many children still remain We simply couldn't understand it doesn't fit into our brain Yet there they sill stand for there is no safe place to run As the dead litter the land all the children wish is to again have fun And maybe a small bite to eat even if just once a day And maybe a place to meet where my head I could lay And so much of my family and my oldest best friend That them I could once again see so my little heart could mend But I really just want to play again like we used to do before Do you remember back then before this whole thing called war We were always all so happy unless of course when it would rain But these feelings now inside of me I have never felt this kind of pain Don't forget that we are still here for no one really seems to care But I no longer have any fear for I would be so happy to leave there And as the bombs get nearer and nearer he knows that it is time to leave Making the point even that much clearer that in Syria there is no time to grieve

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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