They cry blood
We see them getting buried in the mud
You see them die with bullets thudding to thier chest
And rockets fired in the mist
Houses becoming broken down into dust
Women running to find a shed but getting killed with merciless blood.
They flee to the borders and they get treated with no just.
Mothers and children with no heart as if it is a must.
It pains to see how a man can turn a country to nothing more than a land of dust.
Kills like a vampire craving for blood.
Talking lies and deshonesty to gain people's trust with no soul that cares about them or us.
Isn't it enough how Much you killed for a seat that isn't worth much
A country that has nothing but missery every part you touch
May my heart be yours
May it be enough to get you off this suffering you all feel.
Syria may you always be free.
You are strong standing against the wave of blood and slaughter.
Love you Syria the land of the free.