mohamad basma - war

he came to life with a cry
not knowing when and why
his life would defy
he's a star up in the sky
waving and shouting oh my
i'm the bright light not to deny
i will always rise above and fly

he looked bitterly around
all he got was this ground
with no cheers and the crowd sound
as he laid back he found
that life is a clown

mohamad basma

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