You think that's noise - you ain't heard nuttin' yet ! All the Syrians people crying for help and mercy...

Syrian crying for help...

Call to me by a name so tender
That can help us to live...
That with longing my heart will wrench...
Words of love in the winds is no help, even will be carried
All the way to my post in the trench...

Through the roar of the guns I'll hear you,
But, what can I do ?...
And your presence will tangibly sense.
Pour yourself in a throbbing shower,
If you have one...
And listen to the nocturne of guns...
If you can hear.

 When I'm felled amid purple dessert
By a tiny missile of death.
Speak to me with warmth and with tenderness,
Stay the deathly shill with your breath.

Show yourself to my dimming vision,
Kneel beside me, clear the haze,
soothe my gaping wounds, staunch the bleeding-
I shall feel it, I'll breathe again.

Can we forgive `?...
Yes we can...
Can we stop this ?
Yes we can...
As dear scenes passed before our mind's keen eye's,
Our duty to our fellow's people on this planet,
We have to stop this murder's...