With the hundreds of thousands of refugees from Syria trying to find a better life this poem goes out to their struggles and suffering.
Oh we won’t fight, and we won’t fail for we will suffer in the end. Yes we won’t scream nor will we flail when they crush our bones to dust. For suffering it’s all we know, just broken hearts so full of woes. In the end, it’s all we’ve got,
So pick us up, we’re already down. we need your help to keep on going because suffering, it’s all we know. In the end we’ll keep on going. but wouldn’t it be kinda nice to catch break instead of falling through thin ice.
So pick us up and we’ll be here to help you out when you need it. Suffering it makes us strong, Though our bodies are scarred our will remains. because in the end, oh in the end it’s all we know.
please fix our hearts and heal our wounds, we will remain here for you. If you don’t well that’s okay, we’ll be here anyway,
Hearts broken, bones crushed, bodies scarred we will be here in the end because we know one way or another, the suffering will end.