Tell me what you want to be Hasma? Tell me all your hopes and dreams so that, When we arrive in our new home, someday Just a hop a skip and a prayer away, No-matter what the cost My son, I will return to you what you have lost. Tell me where you wanna go, Hasma Tell me every place you know so that One day when there’s money, the past is the past When the sea is a friend, and there are no walls on our maps We’ll hit every toy store on the way My son, the roads will be ours someday Tell me what you wanna learn, Hasma Tell what makes your gears turn, so that When we find a new school real soon, I can pick a perfect fit for you Be it Books, or sport, or space Your wings will beat hard, the cracks in the ceiling will break Pick out what you want to keep, Hasma From these fragments of our past, so that I can gather them up in a box someplace And you can remember those Halcyon memories we made The rest I will bury and burn We’ll gather our things and walk with the hands as they turn

Mother that jumper That I like so much do you know where it is? do you know where its gone? it’s the one with the bird and the egg that’s unhatched if I lost it I don’t know what I’d do i’m so very attached. A hole in the arm a hole in the side The neck is stretches out to my shoulder blade I still remember how it felt to be dragged to ground By stupid Hasma who wasn’t playing fair, I still remember the sound I don't know if that's how how it is or thats how it was Playing snipers on the mountain top The Shelter in Jordan Where I had my first kiss, I never want to forget how that felt, I never want to forget how that felt. Mother that dog that’s tied up outside Do you think his owner left him there to die He hasn’t eaten in days you can tell by his size O Mother fetch me knife Let me sever his ties A gash in leg and scratch in the eye His skin is rough and red and hurt I don’t know if he can run at all But after I cut him loose I’m gonna toss him a ball I don't know if that's how how it is or thats how it was Playing snipers on the mountain top The Shelter in Jordan Where I had my first kiss, I never want to forget how that felt, I never want to forget how that felt. It's the one with the bird and the egg that's unhatched it's the one were Asami wasn't plying fair. It's the one with the dog that's tied up outside a gash in the leg and a scratch in the eye. I don't know if that's how how it is or thats how it was Playing snipers on the mountain top The Shelter in Jordan Where I had my first kiss, I never want to forget how that felt, I never want to forget how that felt. .

Mohammed was a successful man He grew up healthy in the centre of damascus and He met the love of his life when he was only 17 Her father gave him his blessing, though he had little means When he was 21 he worked his fingers to the bone In an electronics shop that a friend of his father owned He had such dreams, he had such lovely dreams but they Like so much else were thrown away the day the baby came. He was 35 when he heard the news His father’s friend had died in fire of a burning BMW Mohammed was now the boss of electronics shop Mohammed the king of cables, mobile phones, and laptops Mohammed’s days are growing short, If there were sides then he might fight but this is no war Had had such dreams, he had such lovely dreams But tonight he’ll pray That his children, his wife, wherever they are - are safe

Lets have a picnic in the lantern light, Lets eat what we have and stay up all night Lets drink like we never have before Lets never go back, I don’t want to sleep rough any more Can we leave tonight, just you and I We’ll go somewhere, we’ll curl up and we’ll die Yes we will die tonight, can we die tonight, can we? Lets watch the wood burn as we lie on our sides Pretending the cinders are fireflies What if this whole scene was a TV screen And it was impossible to locate reality.. Can we? Lets dress up in our mothers clothes Lets love like hell before our hearts explode Let drink like we never have before Let’s drink, I don’t want to be this cold anymore Can we leave tonight, just you and I We’ll go somewhere, we’ll curl up and we’ll die Yes we will die tonight, can we die tonight, can we? I'll hold you close as you close your eyes there's room left in this car tonight we'll drive and drive and drive and drive.

When the boy washed up on the shore that day, Water right down into the depths of his lungs, Covered in sand and sea from head to shoe, He was saved. A passer by had the foresight to drag him from the shallows Apply the techniques he’d learnt from a course in first aid That he had taken not 3 months before. It was unlikely, but that is what happened… the water spurted from the Boy’s blue white lips and made a fountain that caused the crowed that had gathered to shriek with joy. When it was played back on the news a short time later, even those with the sturdiest of constitutions found their cheeks wet with tears, a smile spreading across their face And that smile… It was as wide as it was undeniable, it was It was as pure as it was undefinable it was It was a accidental bliss It was a teenagers first kiss The boy washed that washed up on the shore that day was saved. The boys parents had not been so lucky. Like so may others they met Poseidon that day. Taken to watery graves to forever lie In service to the rolling waves and the changing tides No-one leaves for the sea unless the land is full of sharks, But a better way isn’t always a way that’s any good A maxim learnt by many, and then quickly and swiftly forgotten And so he was taken in by a family that could afford him. a family in that lived just south of Bristol at the time. The wife was a doctor, The husband a professor at the local university. The boy grew up loved and fed, and though he would be plagued occasionally by nightmares his childhood was a good one, and in many respects just like any other. And his childhood… It was as wide as it was undeniable, it was It was as pure as it was undefinable it was It was a accidental bliss It was a teenagers first kiss The boy washed that washed up on the shore that day was saved. When he was 17 he had a lengthy discussion with his adopted father They talked for hours about the nature of god The boy felt he somehow stuck between here and there Because try as we might to block out the past With plans for the future or meditations on the present The sharp tug of history is never far behind The boy said… I was not born in the same place as a lot of my friends, so I feel in some way seperate from them. But in not having a relationship with mohammed and Allah, I feel separated from my muslim friends as well The father stared down at his son, And found himself prouder than he had ever been then he hugged the boy so tight that most of the air escaped from his lungs And that hug… It was as wide as it was undeniable, it was It was as pure as it was undefinable it was It was a accidental bliss It was a teenagers first kiss The boy washed that washed up on the shore that day was saved. The father said I am so very proud of the man you’re becoming You’re analytical, empathetic, and kind. These are traits your mother and I value enormously, So it makes sense to see them reflected in you As far as your heritage is concerned we cannot help Not because we don’t want to, or because can’t support you It is simply because we are out of our depth I think if a relationship with a god will bring you closer to home Closer to those who gave their lives so you could thrive Well, that can only be a good thing Heritage can be important for some, and incidental to others Keep an open mind, do what you feel is right And no matter what you’ll have our support And that support… It was as wide as it was undeniable, it was It was as pure as it was undefinable it was It was a accidental bliss It was a teenagers first kiss The boy washed that washed up on the shore that day was saved. The boy got a job as a journalist Writing on everything from love to tax But his popular works were those about the tides of war Now I’d like to tell you that through the power of his pen Through his unique voice and steady hand That the boy changed the world and the bombs that had fallen did rise But the truth is that though his words won awards Though he was greeted with handshakes everywhere he went Like everything else, they were lost in the passing of time The boy got married and had a boy of his own And though he never did find god he named the boy Mohammed And through Mohammed, at last, he found himself home. And that home… It was as wide as it was undeniable, it was It was as pure as it was undefinable it was It was a accidental bliss It was a teenagers first kiss The boy washed that washed up on the shore that day was saved.