Who cares about some Canadian
kidnapped to Syria from his front door...
It makes me so incredibly pissed
When guys look at me and go: “Big...
I wish that society could see what it is I see
The struggle of what some peoples’ lives...
Left to face nothing but
Concrete hell and obscured love...
Rumbling ground burning skies
Terror in young children’s eyes...
The days have thickened in deceit and death...
Divided presence still remain real, the innocence...
I wonder how many children in this world, Gets...
Sixteen years to attain some
true measure of freedom...
Sitting around in a different state of mind
Trying to find my place in this downbeat world...
It started out as a diet
To lose a few kilos...
Spite me not and call me brother,
Though the anger lingers in your heart...
Hard eyes make destiny sweat
cutting off it\'s hands with \"covers\"...