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
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