Born in the middle of conflict, your mother died giving birth, she whispered 'I love you', they were her last three words

Your father was strong, but still cried for your mum, and through teary eyes lifted you high, 'now it's just me and you, Son.'

They're calling him a coward 'coz he wouldn't sign up, so tired as projectile bombshells erupt and, retaliation is superseded by love, that's one thing he will never up!

He raised you in a ceasefire as 5 years passed, it was your first day at school, Dad, took you to class, he worked hard, so you could have the life, he would dream of, free of repression, with a family to lean on!

When you were 8 years old, your Dad bought you a bike, the wheels were buckled, but you didn't mind!

You tried to steer when he pushed, lost balance and fell to the mud, but your Dad didn't help, "Son, you have to pick yourself up"

When you were 12 years old, your friends were killed by militants

'Dad, why do these people murder the innocent?'

'Son, put your head on my shoulder'

'no Dad, I want to fight back, be a soldier, take control of all our freedom, I promise you when I'm older, I will fight for the families threatened by what they told us'

Your Dad raised both arms, put his hands on your wrist, and in a monotone voice, he told you this...

'I've seen so much war, I've seen so much death, I've watched homes get destroyed, until there was nothing left, and through all of this conflict, I've learned just one thing, if war never ends, nobody wins