The wave looked small from a distance
But they stood beside us with their large ships
“We’ll fight” they said
“Together” they said
Then when it came with all its glory
There was no one left but us
Fighting the water with our small rickety boat.

Instead of crying, she laughs
Pushing the tears back with a wide smile
Oh, wait!
Her tears don't even exist
They were pushed back over the years
Till they fell into her heart
She numbed her eyes over time
Until she found that she has no more tears to cry
In the time she needed a tear the most
Her eyes forbade it to form
Perhaps it was their punishment for her
For all the times they were filled with tears
Dying to fall down her cheeks
But she never let them
Too proud she was to let others see her tears
Or too coward, for her tears has now disappeared
Now the roles have turned
Now it's her soul that's crying a lot
Day and night
With each breath that rise
But with a very wide smile,
And a very dry eyes.

They set fire to my country
And watched as it burned down
Forgetting that it was a phoenix
And the phoenix rises from its ash

Little girl
Dreaming of a land
Far away
Where the world ends
Or it could be high, atop the clouds
So big,
or it could be small
Hidden in the mountains, behind a waterfall
Tiny, beneath the petals of the rose
The red round umbrella of a mushroom
Where She’d meet a fairy
A gentle ladybug, and a frog so scary
She’d eat the nectar and drink the dew
So plain a life
A dream to hush the cries of the war.

How still the body may sit
When all the soul wants is escape.