On on, ever onward
There's no end to this ***** dusty road
Behind, in the distance but still to close
The machinery of war rumbles on
My once beautiful home now a dust filled ruin
My children crying, hungry but what can I do?
I don't know how to survive, I've had no training
But I have to for my family
What is the future, what does it hold for us?
Perhaps a corner of a ragged tent
A thousand miles from home
Yes I could have joined my comrades
But I don't know how to fire a gun
I'm a doctor, supposed to save lives
Not take them
All we have left is what we carry on our backs
I don't know what to do, I just don't know
How can I explain to thd children that there is no food?
How do you try to tell a five year old the reason
The reason why we walk down this endless ***** road
And yet still the flashes fill the sky
And more young men will die
In this so called fight for liberty
Yes we are now modern refugees
Because of a struggle that isn't mine
This then is Syria
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
On on, ever onward
There's no end to this ***** dusty road
Behind, in the distance but still to close
The machinery of war rumbles on
My once beautiful home now a dust filled ruin
My children crying, hungry but what can I do?
I don't know how to survive, I've had no training
But I have to for my family
What is the future, what does it hold for us?
Perhaps a corner of a ragged tent
A thousand miles from home
Yes I could have joined my comrades
But I don't know how to fire a gun
I'm a doctor, supposed to save lives
Not take them
All we have left is what we carry on our backs
I don't know what to do, I just don't know
How can I explain to thd children that there is no food?
How do you try to tell a five year old the reason
The reason why we walk down this endless ***** road
And yet still the flashes fill the sky
And more young men will die
In this so called fight for liberty
Yes we are now modern refugees
Because of a struggle that isn't mine
This then is Syria
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