Escape from Karia

When prosperity and lights become memories When medicine and food become scarce When joy and laughter are replaced by brutality and violence When the roads started to have low walls of sandbags and machine guns When we can only spend a second in our once ordinary life from dreams I want to be in this isolated city It has blurred the human nature which is more precious than money. When the gleam of dawn on the dark horizon and the strong light of the searchlight flashed i miss me It's time to make... ——Choose...