Sweet Syria

Sweet Syria don't cry and spill your blood over land
Don't be tired because it's high time you stand
The wind of the heavens is kneeling so as to blend[1]
Love, justice, and faith to become finally one hand
Don't you know that the iron for your eyes tends to bend?
The word of the Lord will lead you to your righteous trend


O wonderful Syria, it's the time that peace would come
The leaves of the autumn are covering your daughter and son
The heavens will give your children dates, milk, and bun
If not for your holy land, there will be no more light of sun
The tyrants have to be eliminated for they tread on you to run
Your divine light is finally enlightening the hearts of the faithful to stun


Whoever has not a merciful heart will never understand
This spiritual message of a mystical and high brand
Everyone in this world has his or her own errand
We are not given life, soul, and time to just merely spend
We're rather have a divine and eternal duty on earth to send
The tools of love, peace, faith, and inner strength are able to mend


O Dear Syria, your broken heart will be finally healed
The barks of the Assad family will be automatically peeled
The earth will eat them away to taste how to be feared
All of the decades of destruction, hurt, and torture, they've geared
By the soft breeze of justice, you'll be completely steered
The young men and women are your wonderful and golden shield
All of the conspiracies they have connived will be abruptly spilled


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