Part of My Heart

Where should I begin?

It How should I describe?

It A part of me, has been taken far away

Behind the seas, behind the oceans

My first step, my first word

Memories under the palm trees

That my country is known for

Has been all ripped off I

heard a song that reminded me of home I

t's the sound of my mom

Singing for me to sleep in a safe arm

I heard tales of life

It's the sound of my grandmother

Telling me stories about the old day

I wish for the Earth to lose its oceans

So I can return and live One minute of a warm memory

There the sun is bright

Even the darkness brings delight

Because it holds the word Iraq .