Dreams of a Syrian Child

My family is all scattered,
And my dreams all but shattered;
My health in decline,
My life on the redline.
My dream was like yours one day,
But I now only dream to stay;
To see the light of tomorrow,
Instead of scenes of sorrow.
I still dream you might say,
That that's a good thing, for one,
But I won't know for sure today, for
How long the chemicals won't have won!
You see, I'm a child born unlucky,
In the midst of a senseless war,
Who does not know a piece of peace,
And who doesn't recall parental kiss.
I'm that child who knows no peace,
And I'm that child who knew to dream,
I'm that child for whom family,
Is now all I wished I had, really.
I'm that child who knows no love,
And I'm that child who dreams of care,
Whose only act in that game of life's,
To feign the truth and choose to dare!