Here, where my thoughts tread slow
Here, where no one dares to go
Here, my ears don’t ring
Here, I fear nothing
I like it here

A country torn by hands of greed
That loot and pillage without thought or need
Children of Syria cast away in terror
Family lost due to saviors error
And who else to turn to but our country’s diet?
Though you plead and beg, the world is quiet
With voices lost and prayers unheard
Disenfranchised people lose their faith in word
Violence arises, when all hope is lost
A soundless song played by people crossed
Syria, your lands in ruin
Cities demolished, enemies bruin
A hack tyrant yet rules
Takes his people for fools
Even with his failures unmasked
You’ll never have the peace for which you’ve asked
And the world is still quiet