Damascus years of continues revolution

The world is mine, how!?
When it is all sly

The world is mine, how!?
When my room is too far for me to lie!!

The world is mine! how?
When i can’t count those who everyday die

The world is mine! how?
When Beirut ban me to say good bye!
When Cairo is not for me to rely!
When Istanbul is only a hope that i should try.
When Baghdad opens a door for every spy

The world is mine! how?
When my bed is where my mother cries!
When my words reach my dad’s only over a line!

The world is mine! how?
When my breath is the existence sign!
When love is as far as a sky!

The world certainly is not mine…

But ‪#‎Damascus‬ is mine
Those stars there are mine
That kiss we stole during the dark night is mine
The lights, nights, and your eyes once they bright are mine
That smile is mine
This candle there is mine
The dreams are all mine

The whole sky with no borders but stars is mine

The rloveution is always mine.
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Damascus years of ‪#‎revolution‬… and will continue