AYLAN

Three days in a dinghy boat, battling against the waves

Twenty souls hanging on to dear life, in a boat designed for eight

Had my wife and two kids in a huddle as the violent waves grew fierce

There was stench of vomit, stench of urine, but worse the was the stench of fear

Caught a glimpse of the captain as he bailed out in to the sea

Guess he weighed up all his options, each man for himself and soon disappeared

I let go of my loved ones and grabbed the rudder instinctively

Turned around and my folk were gone, swallowed by the deep black sea

All my hopes, all my dreams, all my will is gone

Gone with the lifeless body of this child, washed up on the shore
3 years old, never kissed a girl, face down in the sand
3000 years won't be enough to wash the blood off of your hands

The place we left was nothing much, but it was the place that we called home

Till the sky cracked open and fire fell down and the tanks began to roar

Gave all my life's savings to secure a place for 4 on that dinghy boat
Off to some kinda promised land to start anew, a leap into the unknown

The full moon shone down on us and on our expectations too
A moon so unromantic, deadly relentless, a moon so insecure

All my faith, all my beliefs, all my intent is gone

Gone with the lifeless body of my child, washed up on the shore
And for the rest of my life as short as it may be, I'll be branded a refugee
But there ain't no refuge, ain't no asylum, for a ghost of a man like me