I never thought I could scream,
yet I never thought I would dream.
In my life I've been struggling,
always fighting always hurting.
I solemnly swore I won't let them see me get hurt,
But with my heart on fire I always got burnt.
I had a vision I used to believe,
now all I am left with is tears and shattered dreams.
Then something was taken from me,
It was the ability to simply be me.
Threatened, with a gun held to my face,
Fearful as my family is gone with out a trace.
I ask myself, O' where thy promised grace.
In that vision I used to believe.
Then I realize it's all gone I can't help but to grieve,
What have you done loudly I say,
All I wanted was peace and a place to pray.
And now all I do is screaming
Cause I even lost the right of dreaming…
A little Tribute to all the suffering children out there..
God Bless and guide those who are in war may they find peace once again.
nina, that's a wonderful soulful renditiom....'peace and a place to pray....' hw difficult to get by!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartfelt poetry depicting broken dreams of little children in the world! High marks.