Refugee
I've got a name and you owe me an apology
You can't blame any man for being a refugee
Before you blame you should question your history
And the reasons why I'm in your country
My name is Saïd, when I decided
To leave my country I was not quite excited
We are 80 million, all of us civilians
They were bombing homes, no way you call us aliens
I am a Syrian seeking asylum
I will not be begging please, I will no longer be silent
Aleppo my hometown, a shame because it used to be
The oldest city in the world now I just see a cemetery
I've got a name and you owe me an apology
You can't blame any man for being a refugee
Before you blame you should question your history
And the reasons why I'm in your country
Six months that I've been here, stuck at the border
No rule, no law, no help, no brother
Another boat has been sinking, when I close my eyes I'm thinking
It could have been me, I was meant to be in, but I had the feeling it was leaking
Walking on the beach wonder if one day I would reach the land I would be
Free at last, free at last, free at least
The sea is both your best friend and your worst enemy
Although it's blue and clean I only see a bloody cemetery
You can't blame any man for being a refugee
Before you blame you should question your history
And the reasons why I'm in your country
My name is Saïd, when I decided
To leave my country I was not quite excited
We are 80 million, all of us civilians
They were bombing homes, no way you call us aliens
I am a Syrian seeking asylum
I will not be begging please, I will no longer be silent
Aleppo my hometown, a shame because it used to be
The oldest city in the world now I just see a cemetery
I've got a name and you owe me an apology
You can't blame any man for being a refugee
Before you blame you should question your history
And the reasons why I'm in your country
Six months that I've been here, stuck at the border
No rule, no law, no help, no brother
Another boat has been sinking, when I close my eyes I'm thinking
It could have been me, I was meant to be in, but I had the feeling it was leaking
Walking on the beach wonder if one day I would reach the land I would be
Free at last, free at last, free at least
The sea is both your best friend and your worst enemy
Although it's blue and clean I only see a bloody cemetery
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Writer(s): Jean Ichter
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