SYRIA I'M SORRY

Their tired screams echo through earth.

The sky mourns the loss of life.

the mountains tremble at the wrath of man.

But God is great, and can do what no man can.

And as the trees stand tall, they can only be made to bend, 

by fire or by blade, but they stand firm until the end.

like soldiers holding onto, every hope and watch them gleam...

of freedom and a heroes end, to give life to those who dream.

And when the sun returns, to dry the blood and tears they stole.

It leaves a stain, and will forever remain tatood upon my soul.

I cannot and must not, forget what they have done, 

They ripped out souls of children, 

of parents, any and everyone.

But they are not trees, their legs run with all their might.

so would yours, if you saw your mother raped and set on fire, all within one night.

If you watched your children starve, or beg to taste some water

or watched your fathers head roll down the road  after witnessing his slaughter.

If the sounds of bullets, bombs from the world who should defend you,

was all you heard as you tried to sleep, you'd be amazed at where your legs could take you!

Syria we see you, we hear your cries from here

We are so ashamed, of how you were treated when you ran for help in fear.

People mocked you, they treat their cattle with more grace.

Their hearts are black as they send you back with the look of pain stamped on your face.

Im so angry, and I feel a stranger, in a world I thought I knew.

Hold tight oh world, more pain to come, just think, that next it could be you.