I moved here when I was just 4 years old. Ever since then I've visited my country about 3 times, with 2006 being the last trip there.
For some reason, no matter what I lose in my life, literature and the love of expressing all my thoughts and emotions through words will always be something that I will inherit forever. It's something that has no limits. Even when someone leaves us, their... more »
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Before you know it, it’s that day again
We sit here gathered in rows of 10
For this day only comes once a week
As we slowly approach the weekend's peek
The preacher speaks in words so true
Deep down I wonder “If only they knew”
That this is the message we really send
The same message the media bends
Its funny we say we’re after their bombs
When we ourselves have bigger ones
Sometimes I look at the innocent eyes
I guess 8 years is what it took us to realize
I see this war as a book with endless chapters
Sometimes I wonder if we’ve forgotten ...