I didn`t see the blood,
But I felt it on my skin,
It is still warm.

I didn`t hear the screams,
But they are ringing in my ears,
Begging for mercy.

I didn`t witness the tortures,
But I can feel them beating me,
The bruises are everywhere.

I wasn`t made to walk barefoot
On the hot sand of the desert for months,
But my feet still burn.

I didn`t see my whole family, my people,
Breath their last tormented breath,
But that air is stuck in my lungs.

I wasn`t born on foreign land,
I grew up on my own,
But something was always missing.

No, it`s not a tale.
It`s not another nightmare,
It`s the reality.

They wiped us out like dust,
They took a piece of me,
A piece of every Armenian.

I wasn`t there but I won`t forget.
It`s a miracle we still exist,
But we do, and always will!

No, it`s not a tale,
It`s the reality.
It did happen.