Life was good,back in Iraq,
I experienced nothing dark,
I had a family,I went to school,
It was great,and nothing was gruel
Nobody thought it would come,
Nobody knew it would come,
But it did,and it made us walk,
It was as tiring as carrying a giant bean stalk,
Day after day, up that freezing cold mountain,
There was no water,or a fountain,
Yet here I am,seeking refuge,searching for somewhere New,somewhere safe and somewhere true,
Life was hard,but now it is good,
A need no longer, to hide myself in a hood,
For the new life it gave me,
For giving me no need to flee.