We've had enough of all of this
The old Lebanon is what I miss
A cup of coffee every morning
With the flowers trees and the sun is burning
The soft songs of feuruz is playing
And the sundays when the world is praying
Two wonderful brides getting married
And the wonderful child the parents carried
Suddenly a bomb exploded
With the nitrogen that has been loaded
The morning coffee on the floor
Flowers people are on fire and more
The bride's are dead and the children too
The people surviving are very few
The orange flames and the unpleasant sight
Shut the sun and the source of light
Searching for our people inside the broken homes
All we find is death and blood with broken bones
Now we got nothing to say
Except praying day by day
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Pray for Lebanon
