Ok, I've been back and forth all day over whether to post this or not, because I don't want anyone to question my motives on this. Yesterday I sat crying in front of my computer for over an hour as I looked at the image of little Aylan Kurdi lying dead on the beach. I just couldn’t shake the thought that it could have been my own son. How has this happened? Why has it taken so long for us to wake up to the tragedy that is going on all around us? How can we stop this?
These past few days, I've cried more tears, signed more petitions, and given more money to charity than I ever have in my life. Though not enough, I'm doing what little I can do.
Music has always been therapy for me. When I don’t know what to say, I use music to help process my thoughts. Songwriting is one of the main ways that I can express myself and all the thoughts and feelings I don’t know how to deal with. Yesterday I sat down at the piano and wrote this song pretty much straight out.
I don’t want anything from this, other than to share this in the hope that we can see these refugees for who they are: human beings just like us. These beautiful Syrian children and their families deserve our help.