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I Write a Song

I write a song

The lyrics is a life

A life of a boy

His name is a poem

His smile is a joke

He was living in a box

But he didn’t know

Grandmother’s yard was

His heaven

A stuff bear was his childhood’s

 best friend

The boy grew

His body was too big for a box

The box was too tight for a free

Soul

He hasn’t known that his skin,

His root is a sin

A gun toy wasn’t on his sight

Yet they killed his stuff bear

And his best friend

His heart knocks for love

For a girl

My skin isn´t a skin – painting from Malak Mattar

For his home

His hope awakens again

He wants to dance with her

To kiss her

To practice all kind of love

One summer day, he was about to confess

To her about his love a  

Yet he was shot at a protest

He was sweating and screaming for his

Right

Yet an explosion happens

A block fall over his head

And killed him  

Before a confess

A kiss and a dance

 

 

 

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