While you're gone away
Defending our freedom...
Like a flower I bloom
To bear young flowers...
At eighteen years of age,
Defining all the adversities...
Deep in the desert, dead and cast away
Where innocence is buried, in sand...
I have cried and wept,
believed and had faith...
(For Syria)
I find a way...
Hey Mr. bush:
is a quart of blood worth a quart of oil...
We came from different ways of life and different...
only to come together and put a constitution in...
You do it for the so called pride,
you do it for the fame...
~Inspired by the first history of Hebrews...
As I walk across the desert pack on my back gun in...
I see all the bodies lying on the cold land...
This is the life we chose
And each one of us knows...