09.12.2021
Where are the Dreams?
From the scream of a child becoming consciousTo the sounds of audible fire
From the heart of the suffering mother
I say to them, shame
shame
From the proud land that brings us into being
And the color of the cedar that colors us
And the tears of the eye that record us
We say peace
They killed the joy that was here with us
They stole the joy of my life from me
They made me not know how to sing
My sadness began to sing about me
Where are the dreams?
The dying rose is wilting
I want to water her, but how do I get there
On the paths fire does not allow the journey
Shame!
Lebanon your name is on my forehead
My love is inscribed onto you
Beirut is waking up my years
And my life is a journey