Refugees کے بول

I heard the high pitched keening A sound of pain and fear Someone unseen crying out A mourning call of loss I heard the cries past all hope Which sound through the night Screams beyond your belief Chilled my blood to ice Thirty years of fear and pain Driven away from my own nation Finally the odds have changed Time has come for condemnation Wait for me, i will return So very soon you will burn Now, where your end is near How does it feel to live in fear? I saw them badly injured All laid out on stretchers A lot of bloody bandages Wrapped around their bodies I saw the refugees Without hope or without relief They were chased and hunted Looking lost and shell-shocked