SWAT Standing in the queue and waiting for my turn.. My memories fly back to a small house With lush gardens and flower streams My mother's calling for meal Playing with my friends and running in the fields Here I am lost in my dreams Packed in a small room is my family waiting for food My feet are sour, my limbs are weary Gone are the gardens and the flowing streams The laughters, the gatherings and my little dreams Gone is the school, the books and bags Friends and family are now ... Read More