Mosul streets I walk,
Blood on every corner,
Innocence dead and lost,
Somebody please take me away.
This warzone has become,
A hell too much to bear,
There is no life for some,
While others die in despair.
Mosul streets I walk,
Counting bodies on the path,
There is no end to this gore,
No point in keeping false hopes.

I sit in my chair,
And look up at the ceiling,
Tears stroll down my eyes,
Heart filled with old feelings.
With my forefinger,
I flick away the tears,
Sigh into the air,
But there is still some fear.
I do not know how this all came to be,
Everything was good,
Together,
We were happy.
Now all there's left,
Is memories and heartache,
How could you be so cruel?
Throwing me down into the tarmac.
I still wish you were here,
Holding me tight,
Creating a calm I do not remember,
I still wish you stayed the night,
Did not leave me alone,
As we crept into a deep slumber.
Forgetting the promises,
You trod on your way,
Making me doubt whatever we had,
Was a dream,
An almost something.