Strength is when you look at Pain right in the face
When you search among wreckage for the seeds of
Rebirth
When childish laughters defeat the sounds of Death
When you colour fresh wounds with drops of Mirth
Like Gaza there is no place
Smiles, yet tired, revive its Earth
Souls bent with worship yet filled with Grace
Hearts tinged with power since their birth
Their fierce eyes speak Resistance
Infused in their blood
Carved in their skin
Besmeared on their face
They walk through rain and mud
They go through thick and thin
Fed by Life and Hope
They march to their noble end
For Freedom is there to be wrenched
And Dreams are there to be embraced
Truly, like Gaza there is no place ..
