Alone, in front of my jalousie,
I am dreaming that one day maybe,
All the men would come back to their family,
And in the front row, there would be my daddy,

But in reality, it is raining bombs on my city.
Like an hurricane, it is destroying everything as it goes
Leaving behind it, in the debris
Only naked bodies, only shadows.

These devastating rainfalls
Are coming toward  my walls
I am scared, I am not bombproof.
It is too late, a bomb hit my roof.

The War took everything from me,
My house, my friends, my family.
I will never be a teenager or have a wife
Because the War also took my...