The Palestinian Kid

I turn on the black TV,
See the blood flow everywhere,
Corpses, dead souls,
Crying echoes fill the air.
And I was just a kid,
A good kid with dreams to chase,
Longing for the simple joys,
In this harsh, chaotic space.

But I’m just a kid,
A good, good kid,
Finding myself lost in the dark,
Homeless and alone,
With a heavy heart,
All I wanted was a spark.

I turn off that black TV,
Face the world that’s turned away,
Armies and soldiers,
All against me, every day.
I was a good kid with a broken heart,
Finding my father gone,
My mother, too, my brother lost,
My dreams now feel withdrawn.

But I’m just a kid,
A good, good kid,
Finding myself lost in the dark,
Homeless and alone,
With a heavy heart,
All I wanted was a spark.

They drew their swords, they called me names,
Said he is a terrorist hiding in vain,
But I’m just a kid,
Trying to understand,
All I wanted was to hold my dreams,
With an open hand.

Yes, I’m that kid, a good, good kid,
Who’s done nothing wrong,
Watching my dreams get crucified,
While my heart bleeds this song.
I’m just a kid, a good, good kid,
In a world that’s turned away,
Searching for a place to be,
In the light of a brighter day.

Muhamed Owed