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Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday Happy Birthday
I just turned 11.
I did too.
We’re playing with dolls We’re playing with dolls
I'm heading to school,
I'm riding my bike.
I'm playing with my friends,
We’re on the swings.
I'm at Stacey’s house,
We’re playing dress up.
My mother looks worried,
And my father looks distress.
My parents are happy.
I love them I love them
Airplanes strike near home,
Military cars are roaming the streets.
The sun is shining bright,
I'm going to Disneyland.
We’re packing our bags,
Mother says we have to move out.
Dad just bought a new house,
He says it has a pool.
I know today is a holiday, but I can't remember.
It's Thanksgiving day,
and our bellies are full.
I feel blessed.
Explosions go off at night, We have no food, I feel alone.
I'm heading to school,
Oh how I hate my life.
Dad says there's a shelter nearby, He says we have to move again.
Winter is here Winter is here
It's cold, We’re running through a war zone. Mother covers my face, I can breath again.
I'm warm, Mother gives me
a beanie, and kisses my head.
Dad was left behind.
Dad left to work.
I cried I cried
I just cut my hair,
I love short hair.
I'm losing hair, I loved my long hair.
I'm going on a private
plane, to visit my family.
I just lost my mother.
I feel scared I feel scared
Surrounded by family.
Surrounded by no one.
I am exhausted I am exhausted
I'm heading back home.
My home was destroyed.
It's my birthday,
It's my birthday too,
Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday.
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