one day i wrote her name upon the strand,
but came the waves and washed it away
Saturday, 3 September 2011
who Am I ?
the days has passed , the nights have taken over my beauty sleep, the mind was in no body's land, my dreams became confused , the golden of libyan beaches calling for me from a far reach, the soul was given up , before the true dreams, in and out of libya there is where i belong, there is my mum face live in al ahrar tv, was shocked and propud ,to see here face and how leading the up rising with her walking stick, here is comes the mention of my late father martyr name tears of happiness slide cross the cheek, then comes the news of my young nephew been in the front lines of war zone, all of that i set and cry to be lucky and inspired by such a given family who brought me up to be proud, to see our loving libya be re shine, we paid the price , blood and young lads, but libya still above all of us as a dignity and the rose of all year loving land ,victorious we will be, thats the promise we shall all die for, it was in a rush, do forgive both of us,