Syrian Wasted Years
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
I'm travelling on, far and wide
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do
It isn't me but someone else.
I close my eyes, and think of home
Another city goes by, in the night
Ain't it funny how it is
You never miss it til it's gone away
And my heart is lying there
And will be til my dying day
So understand
Don't waste your time
Always searching for those wasted years
Face up...make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years
Too much time on my hands
I got you on my mind
Can't ease this pain, so easily
When you can't find the words to say
It's hard to make it through another day
And it makes me wanna cry
A nd throw my hands up to the sky
