Yaroshlum

Are you a place or a state of mind?

Why are those old bricks so important to me?

Is it that they take me back in time

When I was not a beggar on the street

Or does it make me feel whole

Takes away the hole in my soul

Takes away the memory of tired eyes crying over graves

The memory of all happiness gone

Staring at walls through tears of pain

Walls of lies deceit broken promises

Memories of books and libraries burning

The screams of Baghdad that shake the sky

But no one comes

Just emptiness and confusion

No one holds my hand

No one tells me to run away from the falling walls

Has Allah fled the lands of Muslims?

Without Allah hearts have turned to stone

All truth becomes lies and lies becomes truth

Cruel oppressors pose as victims

Victims become invisible

No one can hear or see them

As they are trampled upon

Does anyone want to live in this land of despair?

As I cling to you warm walls of Yaroshlam

My heart is beating again to the sound of love

I can hear my mother father brothers laughing from the other side

They are holding my hand and taking me away from crying over graves

I found you Yaroshlam right here in my heart

And you made me whole