The fierce looking man entered my home
Taking my baba, my mama,
My life
Continuously kicking, spitting on us..
I hold my brother close,
Whispering God's words
As warplanes return above our heads,
Darkness, light, explosions, destruction, screams, sirens,
One more, ten more, hundred more
Souls taken,
I squeeze tighter,
Continue to whisper
Allah please save us...
with hardship comes ease ,
One day soon,
The new green, white, and black
Will show his face no more;
I will bring home my gold medal
To a Syria free, free, free