Blood in the sand.

The alcohol in my glass drains as my heart sinks

and all I can do is think of you

I still remember when we first met and I decided to cast my bet

Now all I feel is sorrow and regret

Every time people start to care it always leads to nothing fair

Everything ends in sorrow and despair

It’s just a shame I can’t tell you I care

I don’t know your name and I feel selfish for having this pain. You’re always in my brain and people say I am insane.

We watched your mother die and I watched you cry. I tried to comfort you and nothing could be done.

I thought of my son and how nothing is fair under the sun.

You’re that small Iraqi boy in a place I never belonged. You never had a choice, I hope we can be your voice.

No apology will let you know, no protest will help you show. I beg you let my soul get placed on the right track.

I miss you Iraq and it’s fair you don’t miss me back.