Somalia the apple of my eye, that's no lie.
A blessed land, sinking away the people slowely drifting apart
As I stand and look at the ocean infront of me
I see my home crippled with pain cut down from the roots drowning in blood,
Lost for words I stand by and watch.
The people crying '' help us we are dying''.
My heart is aching I feel useless,
I clench my fists and pray to Allah that we will once again find a joy to exist.
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