Albint_Almuslima
Im Proud 2 B Me!
A conversation between two hearts
Joy?! What is joy?
It is that feeling
When you start jumping
Up and down?
It is that feeling
When you are beating
As fast as you can!
Aha... I know,
But, that to me
Is fear and terror
When f16's are shelling
Every house in town
I start jumping
Like a mad clown!
Is this really joy?
No... No
Joy is that feeling
When you are going
To meet some dear one you love
As if you're flying in the clouds
Up above
Aha... I know
But this is to me
So sad and painful
For I can't stop the tears flooding down
Looking at my father
Behind the prison bars!
Unable to touch him
Or even kiss him goodbye!
Is this really joy?
No... No
Joy is what you get
When you really want
Just to stop all time
Wishing that
The hand of the clock
Never ticks, nor tocks
Freezing that moment
Forever and ever!
Aha... I know
But, this is to me
Horror and beyond
When soldiers come dashing
Knocking at the door
Crashing and smashing
Mixing rice flour and oil
Looking for my brother
Who just turned thirteen
Is this really joy?
No... No
Joy is so warm
Like,
When you're wrapped up
In your cozy bed
In a soft blanket
With your cuddly toy!
Aha... I know
But, this is what I get
When they start bombing
The late night shelling
I feel hot and sweaty
Hiding under my bed
Scared and terrified
Is that really joy?
No... No
Joy is so sweet
Like chocolate and candy-bars
When you start eating
You can never stop
Aha... but I don’t know
What is chocolate?
And what is candy-bars?
I guess I'll never know
What is joy
For I am only
The heart
Of a Palestinian boy
Joy?! What is joy?
It is that feeling
When you start jumping
Up and down?
It is that feeling
When you are beating
As fast as you can!
Aha... I know,
But, that to me
Is fear and terror
When f16's are shelling
Every house in town
I start jumping
Like a mad clown!
Is this really joy?
No... No
Joy is that feeling
When you are going
To meet some dear one you love
As if you're flying in the clouds
Up above
Aha... I know
But this is to me
So sad and painful
For I can't stop the tears flooding down
Looking at my father
Behind the prison bars!
Unable to touch him
Or even kiss him goodbye!
Is this really joy?
No... No
Joy is what you get
When you really want
Just to stop all time
Wishing that
The hand of the clock
Never ticks, nor tocks
Freezing that moment
Forever and ever!
Aha... I know
But, this is to me
Horror and beyond
When soldiers come dashing
Knocking at the door
Crashing and smashing
Mixing rice flour and oil
Looking for my brother
Who just turned thirteen
Is this really joy?
No... No
Joy is so warm
Like,
When you're wrapped up
In your cozy bed
In a soft blanket
With your cuddly toy!
Aha... I know
But, this is what I get
When they start bombing
The late night shelling
I feel hot and sweaty
Hiding under my bed
Scared and terrified
Is that really joy?
No... No
Joy is so sweet
Like chocolate and candy-bars
When you start eating
You can never stop
Aha... but I don’t know
What is chocolate?
And what is candy-bars?
I guess I'll never know
What is joy
For I am only
The heart
Of a Palestinian boy
