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From the Shadows to the Sun | The Eagle of Damascus – Syria Tomorrow

Back in ‘03 there was a young boy running City full of sirens, fighter jets humming Thought that a rifle was the only way to speak Grew up too fast, got scars way deep Dragged to a camp with the chains on his hands Number on his chest, no rights, no plans Steel on his ankles, cold on his skin But a fire in his heart kept burning within Years in the darkness, walls for a sky Hearing news of his home every time people die Opened up a book, started drawing a map Said, “If I ever walk free, I’ma change all that.” Gate swung open, world looked strange Streets in ruins, but his mind had changed “Done with the gun, I’m done with the past I’ll fight with my voice, not the blast.” From the shadows to the sunrise glow From the ashes where the cold winds blow Syria’s rising, hear the children sing No more warlords, let the people be king From the prison to the people’s hall From the whisper to a worldwide call Phoenix of Damascus, spreading his wings Syria tomorrow, watch what it brings He built a small office on a broken street No marble floor, just dusty feet Mothers in line, kids at the door Engineers drawing plans on the floor He said, “No more flags tearing us apart, We start with a school, a clinic, a heart. No East, no West, no foreign game, We’re one small land with a big old name.” No more slogans about holy wars Talked about justice, food in the stores Talked about papers, laws and rights Not about rockets lighting up nights Councils instead of forgotten squads Ballots instead of firing squads He said, “If I fall, then take my seat, This chair belongs to the Syrian street.” From the shadows to the sunrise glow From the ashes where the cold winds blow Syria’s rising, hear the children sing No more warlords, let the people be king From the prison to the people’s hall From the whisper to a worldwide call Phoenix of Damascus, spreading his wings Syria tomorrow, watch what it brings Idlib to Homs, Aleppo to Hama Old frontlines turning into drama Bulldozers clearing where tanks once rolled Planting trees where the nights were cold A new flag waves but the meaning changed No more faces on walls, just dreams arranged He stands on a stage, but he looks to the crowd Says, “You are the power, I just speak loud.” Leaders from abroad fly in to shake hands Taking their photos in desert sands But he keeps thinking of the cell he knew And the boy he was, and the things he drew He says, “If I forget where I came from first, Erase my name, I’m not the one you deserve.” This ain’t a tale about one great man It’s about a people with a brand new plan From the shadows to the sunrise glow From the ashes where the cold winds blow Syria’s rising, hear the children sing No more warlords, let the people be king From the prison to the people’s hall From the whisper to a worldwide call Phoenix of Damascus, spreading his wings Syria tomorrow, watch what it brings Syria tomorrow… watch what it brings.