Do you know what is the feeling of depression,
When bullying hits you on a high tension?
Do you know what is the feeling of war?
Fear from the death and from airstrike exhalation?
Do you know what really all these words mean,
Because I can see you reading these.
And I want to ask you now,
If you understand this.
If you know the questions
And have an answer to me.
If you have a reason
To make a question seems like it.
Can you help me, please?
To understand why war is here.
To understand why countries fight
And to understand why people cry?
Have you really a reason
To give it to me?
And I ask myself
What's a sky erupt
What's a bomb exhalation
And what's a baby howl tonight.
And I ask myself
Why no one answer to these.
Maybe I don't know
What's a war like.
And maybe I don't know
How the pain fight in us.
But maybe I can say
That I try imagine it.
And sometimes, I ask myself
Where tears go
How broken hearts really, broke
And when this crazy 'crowd' can stop.
But I don't have an answer...
Because it's not about me.
It's about people, who have to answer to it.
