In this dreadful war.
I hear the bombs and see the flash,
What are you fighting for?
My brother died before my eyes.
The bomb blew off his hands.
I can't even sleep at night.
I just don't understand.
My Mama cries,it hurts me so
I'd like to ease her pain.
She tries to find us food to eat,
Her efforts are in vain.
There is no water fit to drink
The bombs destroyed our wells.
So I drink dirty water.
That's why my belly swells.
Our house is gone,we've nothing left.
We wander day by day.
Just searching for a safe place,
Where a little child can play.
So when this war is over
And if I am alone.
Please tell me where I will find
A place to call my home.
March 2003