Climbing so hard to the happiness level Trying to get what makes you special Denying the fact of facing the giant Packed your bags and ready to travel No place to start in, and home is unsafe No one welcomes you, except the devil They don’t need you they have plenty Life is the giant and you are so little You tried your best to get out of the cave But you stuck yourself in the middle You climbed so hard to deepest point In order to get to the happiness level

Is it a battle field, is it a town or is it hard to tell? If this named a city, it seems to me like piece of hell! And if it's a combat zone why it's full of innocents? That is not reasonable, that make no sense. Like a sinking ship, passengers swimming away. To the nearest boats, while boats kicking them away. It is like collective execution judgment had been taken. To kill the nation that from long time been suffering. Killing who inside, torturing who outside. Putting some fools for country to guide. Increasing two numbers immigrants and dead rate! Is all this for our oil, or is it just there old hate? They think that erasing memories and destroying the bridge. They will erase the country with five thousand years age.

He taught us to love he taught us to care. He made us know Allah the god that we fear. He told us to fear Allah if we about to make a sin. We were ignorant till the day he came in. He wakes our dignity he gave us the freedom. We thank Allah cause he made us Muslim. We thank Allah for the profit Mohammed. The honest, the worshipper, the one we trusted. He is the messenger of Allah, if you like it or not. We believe in Mohammed and we have no doubt. He is the mercy that sent from above. How can't we respect him, how can't we love.

He is the truth his name is the Right. He hears your invocation in day or night. He never let you down, but for wisdom may late. He owned your neck, he owned your fate. He made you from none he gave you the life. He loves you so much he is keeping you alive. He showed you the right path he wants you to walk in. He don't want you to lose, he don't want you to sin. He knew how weak you are, isn't he the creator? He ask you to depend on him he is the procurator. He tell you to ask him when you in need or in fear. He gave you your food he gave you your wear. Try to count his blesses, you can't count them. Allah is giving you blesses while you don't thank him.

The land that covered the horizon with his wing. And wore the glory of civilizations as clothing. God has blessed the land of the two rivers. The ages had known us as the winners. Swear in the sword and the word of knight. Swear in the sound of steeds in the fight. We'll be the baileys of this great land. Over our dead bodies we'll make it stand. Babylon from us and Assyria is ours. And through history we prove our powers. We inherited from the deserts the prophet's flag. The Arabian eminence, and tolerance with no sag. The land that taught the world how to write. It’s now his time to teach them how to fight.

Let's put to the terrorism, its right definition. Killing innocents, for such a silly allegation. Destroying homes, buildings and society. Washing some brains, and ruining economy. Believing that the opposed, has no right to live. Taking everything, horror is only what they give. But if we say how close is that, it's almost exactly. To the Israeli and the American, external policy. They'll say that we forgot the important conditions. It has to be Islamic and supported by Arabians.

We are leaving for them to stay. It is there land they owned it today. They bought it from the forty thieves. How cheap is my land, the land of griefs. Oil is precious, and our blood is so cheap. But the love of our land inside we'll keep. Thousands of people leaving everyday. Leaving for living but they wish to stay.

How cheap is our blood! And how theirs is precious! What a fair equation! Which makes us the terrorists! If they kill your nation, rape your honor. Capture your home and be your owner. That makes them the heroes of the world. or protectors of the planet in such a word. The medals of silver and even gold. Won't be enough for them as award. And if you fight back that would be a trouble. You'll be the terrorist that sent from devil. And the entire world will put guilt on you. How cheap is our blood! How freak is their law!

Militias and death groups kills you with no sin. And poor occupier army can’t do anything. Having a multiple IDs or your blood will flow. If the opposite group put their hands on you. It is so easy to have fake IDs, isn’t it funny? And its so cheep doesn’t need lots of money. Who gave them the authority of griping and killing? And who let them gathered from the beginning. I found it so weird and also funny. Bunch of ignorants controls our destiny.

They saw what they suppose not to see. They learn to suffer while others play. They work so hard while others in schools. They play with weapons not with dolls. You see them in streets begging or selling. In the burning sun few cents is their willing. They know every thing they lost their innocence. To live in streets you have to change your ethics. If that what suppose to be called a childhood. So how can we suppose them to be good?