Cracked building blocks crunch
boldly beneath my feet...

Wind howls through the overgrown,
A jungle of overgrown grass...

Mindless rich girl, I heard you calling your phone...
You don't have a clue of the true meaning of this...

Morning, a child is born
Levitated upwards...

If I Could Reach Her
Reaching out into the cold spring sky...

It's time to go home
I step out the airport bus and onto the runway...

Revisited
Door crashes through...

Making my way down town
Walking faster...

I will never forget that day
that day...

The perfect goal
In the midst and in the fear...

Teetering on the edge of my seat
Bombarded by the drones of lecturing...

(An Iraqi man dreaming of a brighter future)
Why must our children wonder the streets...