Meet Amena ...in the midst of snoozing in the comfort of our bed, enjoying our hollandaise covered poached eggs, sipping pumpkin spice latte topped with whipped cream from Starbucks or taking a perfect selfie at an exotic location; this girl is having her early morning blues. A yazadi, she has been running from the extremist group to escape all the misfortune she has seen happened around her or will this be her last day at stake...? Listen to her story as you consider donating during this season of giving to organisations that provide shelter, food, blanket, refuge and even recovering program. Give hope now and may God bless your generosity. Merry Christmas!

Consider donation at these websites:

http://donate.unhcr.org/gbr/syria/

https://www.worldvision.org.uk/index.php/ways-give/make-donation/syria-crisis-appeal/

http://www.worldvision.org.sg/global-issues/disasters-emergencies/response-to-the-syrian-crisis/


Genre: Blues Rock
Writer: Ms. Yeap
Vocal: Fern
Instrumental: Lenny Kravitz (from the album Are You Gonna Go My Way)

Lyrics: 
EARLY MORNING BLUES
Sunshine, pierced into my eyes 
Through the broken window
That's the curtain to my cries
And I wonder will I got out from this limbo
Or will this be my last day at stake
That I'm having this blood stained card board
as the blanket to my temporary escape

What is this about
Man kneeling down
Blood is gushing out
Gushing, gushing out

Men squad in black mask
Standing behind without emotion...
Looking at their headless operation
No inch of senti...ment

Boys...Loading guns
What a sight to see
Tiny little body carrying shot guns
They're just as tall as me

Books are rifles
Boys armed with knowledge to scuffles
Terror executes the innocence
as they see these baby disciples
What is this about

Man kneeling down
Blood is gushing out
Gushing, gushing out

Men squad in black mask
Standing behind without emotion
Looking at their headless operation
No inch of senti...ment

INTERLUDE

I see girls dragged by their crown
Torn colourful dresses on the ground
Their silent tears fallling down
As the man on wooden table rocking it out loud
