We put some chains on a pretty Syrian child
Her hair was pinned up and it hurt her eyes
She cried out for Mommy and then she just hung there
Was she surprised? Yeah
Were we surprised? No not at all

We grabbed her yesterday to end all her tomorrows
She could not weep enough, tears flowed outside
She begged for Daddy to come save her if he loved her
Somewhere the laughter is mounting
Afraid–this child is no more free

Folly--Folly--Fo–lly

We put some chains on a pretty Syrian child
Her hair was pinned up and it hurt her eyes
She cried out for Mommy and then she just hung there
Was she surprised? Yeah
Were we surprised? No not at all

And when this child dies we celebrate–no mourning
Hell opens to our eyes we see blood stains
And something strange within says
“Go ahead and kill more, open your eyes, yeah
Open your eyes and kill some more”

Allah's there, Allah's there