Brood Faye - Muhannad Posts and Troy Voicemail Lyrics

Today I saw a young father weep over the body of his dead son
The small boy lay across his father's knees face scabbed and bruised and swollen
His small head was wrapped in bloody bandages and one of his arms also scabbed and bruised and swollen
Hung limply down between his father's feet
The father was frozen squatting with his back against a wall blood flowing on the sidewalk beneath him
He held his son's face and spoke softly to him
Then he turned and looked around him the expression on his face a mixture of grief and confusion
What would he do with this boy in his arms?
There is no room to bury nor space to mourn him
Today I saw a boy cradled in the arms of a doctor at Al-Aqsa hospital
At first his injuries seemed slight
Merely a bandaged forehead with a little bleeding
But the boy was motionless heavy with the weight of lifelessness
As the pair neared the camera the bandage slipped back to reveal a wound
The boy's brains
The boy was dead
It was the impact of an explosion that blew out his brains