Wrote this late ,about a week ago..i keep getting a pop up for Unicef on my comp,asking for money for winter clothing...iv`e not really spent too much time on it,,,sort of inspirational ...
little girl on my screen
i would like to help you
but it`s a dream
every time i look
i see eyes to scared to cry
and there's no time for a game
all excuses feel so lame
so i will stay quiet
and drink from my cup of shame
coin in my cup,or a little white glove
whatevers cheaper ,whatever gives it up
i don`t mind.
it`s all the same..my cup of shame
two handful's of dirt don`t make up
for a heart full of hurt
syria,,syria
and all the lovin won`t make it better
wont make it go away..
Hysteria.
i`m fearing for you
won`t they let you go
little girl on my screen
and where have you been
and eyes that have seen
oh,ooh..Syria
a coin in the cup
and what ever gives it up.
It`s all a dream..
a silent scream...
