Well! Life has patched her dreams with nightmare's lair
that filled the mighty void with awful tears,
and now her dreary days would fly to where,
there's nothing to bring out her later cheers.
Though life for long has been so fair and dear;
this mother lived in peace, and peace has brought
what God has oft to gift and bless for years,
but cheers, oh cheers! Now cheers are almost naught.

Like Hell the phantoms barraged earth and air,
and furious demons stilled the children's screams.
The walls and holes become the graves that care
for shattered bodies, bloody stains and wears.
She called, She cried, but echoes backed so clear,
"Salam's gone", "Salam's gone", was all she got.
your baby's gone. No way the mother'd hear
the cheers, oh cheers! Now cheers are almost naught.

With cruel hands Salam was killed out there,
although she had ambitions 'like her peers
Salam was always brave, was never scared,
she had king Arthur's dreams and late king Lear's.
She wished her name to ring around the spheres,
Salam believed and had the faith, no doubt
that evilness would never win or near,
but cheers Oh cheers! Now cheers are almost naught.

Salam the baby's gone, but we'll adhere
to thoughts, her smiles, the hope she often sought.
Salam the baby's gone, but still we're here,
Oh cheers now cheers would never be a naught.