It seems like I’m losing my religion to tomorrows headlines,
So please let me vouch for the voiceless at these sour times,
Even thou you call them terrorist when they are terrorised in their land,
In some other country full of nothing more then oil and sand,
It’s like they are not here for peace but to drop bombs at us,
And they don’t understand when we revolt with discuss,
For my brothers and sisters I go against the grain,
And I see and feel your pain, as your pain is mine,
And I’ve been angry for so many years; I’ve shed so many tears,
Over the innocent victims of war, for those will live nevermore,
Mums crying over her children, so who is going to repay the lives,
After generations the roses where no longer and turned into knifes,
This is for those which have nothing to live for
For the next generation we hope nothing but the best
And this is why I am pledging you to get up and
by Abid Koulailat (creator)
And they don’t understand when we revolt with discuss,
For my brothers and sisters I go against the grain,
And I see and feel your pain, as your pain is mine,
And I’ve been angry for so many years; I’ve shed so many tears,
Over the innocent victims of war, for those will live nevermore,
Mums crying over her children, so who is going to repay the lives,
After generations the roses where no longer and turned into knifes,
This is for those which have nothing to live for
For the next generation we hope nothing but the best
And this is why I am pledging you to get up and
by Abid Koulailat (creator)