Reality is lost and I fear….

 

That someday…somewhere so near…

 

I will fall amongst the people so dear.

 

I fear…that I'll just be another one..

 

Another one lost.

 

I wonder what the price of my life is…

 

Not to get too political, but I want to know what the price of my life is.

 

Is it money? Is it land?

 

I do not own any of them…I'm just a simple man.

 

I remember...when I ran across your land…

 

I remember when I kissed my grandmother's hand.

 

But you ripped me away from her…from my home…

 

You ripped me away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul.

 

I feel helpless…I feel low…

 

It's hard to play along when I know… I have no role.

 

I've become a slave…

 

After all the love I gave.

 

When I look at my country… people I want to save…

 

When I look around me… people I need to change…

 

It seems like a hard thing to do…

 

When the range of people is bigger than you…

 

Freedom… oh how much I've heard that word

 

Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd.

 

When God gave us life…

 

He warned us only he can take our lives.

 

Oh Syria… my home

 

Oh Syria… my all

 

Oh Syria… what did they hurt you for?

 

Oh Syria… I'm here… I won't let them hurt you anymore.

I am proud to be your son.