Voices by Nour Hamdan
I hear the sounds of destruction, of killing, of mothers’ cries
I wonder: what is the suffering for? And when will the doors be open?
I am just a child who lost her freedom, lost her childhood
And despite all that, a voice grows in my heart, in my mind
A voice calling: Hold on, for soon the morning will shine and darkness will disappear
And another voice says: Soon the butterflies of freedom will fly
And the birds will sing melodies of peace in the green gardens