(today the Palestinian flag will be raised at the the United Nations for the first time, a proud and emotional day.)
I have never been to Palestine
But it is a country I have grown to love
The scent of its soil so close
Even though as I write it is in chains
And its cities daily bleed, voices weeping
I cannot afford to grief, because its future cry's out
Where faces shine with hope and trust
The land from the rivers to the sea, free again
With one soul, hand in hand, the end of occupation
The lands fragrance, penetrates awareness
A homeland restored, to how it used to be
Thousands return from exile
With kindness, humbleness and respect
Refusing to surrender ever again
Allowed to snatch a few moments of joy
Watch olive trees blossom, vineyards flourish
No longer uprooted or denied
From,the desert earth, insistence grows
Oppression banished, the people awake again to laughter
No more babies maimed, no more crying
Air around discharge vapours of peace
Iinfectious smiles again released
As suffocating walls of apartheid are destroyed
Until this freedom is returned,
I will continue to speak out
With my pen, try to transform darkness into light
Keep delivering messages, for Palestine with love.
but it is a country I have grown to love
the scent of its soil so close
even though as I write it is in chains
and its cities daily bleed, voices weeping.
I cannot afford to grief, because its future cry's out
where faces shine with hope and trust
the land from the rivers to the sea, free again
with one soul, hand in hand, the end of occupation
the lands fragrance, penetrates awareness,
a homeland restored, to how it used to be.
Thousands return from exile
with kindness, humbleness and respect
refusing to surrender ever again
allowed to snatch a few moments of joy
watch olive trees blossom, vineyards flourish
no longer uprooted, or denied
but it is a country I have grown to love
the scent of its soil so close
even though as I write it is in chains
and its cities daily bleed, voices weeping.
I cannot afford to grief, because its future cry's out
where faces shine with hope and trust
the land from the rivers to the sea, free again
with one soul, hand in hand, the end of occupation
the lands fragrance, penetrates awareness,
a homeland restored, to how it used to be.
Thousands return from exile
with kindness, humbleness and respect
refusing to surrender ever again
allowed to snatch a few moments of joy
watch olive trees blossom, vineyards flourish
no longer uprooted, or denied
from the desert earth, insistence grows
oppression banished, the people awake again to laughter.
No more babies maimed, no more crying
air around , breathes in peace, infectious smiles again released
as the suffocating walls of apartheid destroyed
until this freedom is returned, I will continue to speak out
with my pen, try to transform darkness into light,
keep delivering messages, for Palestine with love.
oppression banished, the people awake again to laughter.
No more babies maimed, no more crying
air around , breathes in peace, infectious smiles again released
as the suffocating walls of apartheid destroyed
until this freedom is returned, I will continue to speak out
with my pen, try to transform darkness into light,
keep delivering messages, for Palestine with love.
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