Let us be a mystery alone,
Let all the answers be unknown..

Let all the countries ‘from Syria’ disown,
show pity, get worry and continue to postpone..

Let all those who's sitting on the throne,
kill two birds with one stone..

Let us, us who've known,
the taste of freedom in every bone..
the smell of blood as a daily cologne..
the sound of shells as a uniform ringtone..

can you reach the sky and hear it moan,
it wishes it can be the Syrians safe zone..
protect their orphan revolutionary plant to get grown..

hey World!! Our will to live in dignity has written in stone,
No matter how strong was the passing cyclone..