cotton candy colors cascade across the candid sky
a dock extends beyond us, leads us straight onto the landing site
i felt the cool air as our carrier landed
was happy i'd inherited some shares in this planet
but where i'm from, these people wouldn't last a second
our three eyes see religion with advanced perspectives
i scan the flag of Canada, flash back, im reminiscing
back to my homeland and attacks that had me ditch it
relapsing to the panic and insane behavior
so glad i found a sponsor i proclaim my savior
it'd be an understatement if to say they found me skinny
fed me mounds of food, amounts that make me round to fix me
i was alien to them but they embraced me, housed no pity
raised me to be witty in a hazy mountain city.
im haunted by the days before my mother made me leave
im often crying for the martyrs and ive grown to hate my dreams
now that most have fled, the ones remaining are prepared for war
life, an open threat, i was no baby. wasn't scared no more
grew accustomed to danger, slaughter, and dangling bodies
there were many nations armies, it was like they're making copies
saw my mother dodging sniper shots while hanging laundry
she'd gone through many losses, didn't dare the odds that lost me
she'd remove the gloom like gauze, made our wounds escape the bounty
she used cough syrup to dilute the views of doom in our surrounding
but...
i left my mother, she stayed at home in hopes of representing our honor
left my father glued to stone, he embraced a poem and deaths the author
ah, father.. he had a non-exhausting spirit that lost it's fear
he appeared to be sought, had the prophet-like logic of seers
they'd often appear just to rob him
and sheer the opulent wisdom given by a vision beyond the sockets experience
he was often delirious. product of ominous knowledge, bombings, and pyramids
i laid my hand on his coffin the day before a plane had scoped horizons
i made a home and life from barren sands to snowy climates
craved to go to where i came but remained here since there's much time
growing wiser, found a home, a wholesome spirit and love life
it shows that refugees can be a mirror in ones eyes
so i'll wait another day to see a syrian sunrise
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