For your greedy desire of having the world at your feet.
By giving me these bullets ripping through my skin
Your levelled weapons are not as powerful as my soul
The soul that proved my innocence
My nights of long prayers
Nothing but my connection with god
Wishing light as an ease through your darkness
My empathy for my mother crying
Whose voice was gone from silent screams
Who cannot see her children's drowning deeper and deeper in a world she only raised them
The purity of my heart
As wide as the world
A world of love
Your levelled weapons are not as powerful as my soul
Even if I feel like I'm burning with the flames you give me
Turning after into dust which you will step on it
Your levelled weapons are not as powerful as my soul
By giving me tears for seeing my brothers and sisters killed
Wounds on their bodies are felt in my heart
Killing me as well
Your are only pouring salt on them
But therefore,I will be rewarded for my deeds
As I am spring near your home
The purity of the petals
waiting in the darkness
To feed,pollen succumbs
I will grow
Raise in paradise
Because your levelled weapons are not as powerful as my soul
Your levelled weapons are not as powerful as my soul..
-children's of Syria
Soman
