Salam Ya Falastin

Oh my, oh my
No words can describe
The horrors I’ve seen these nights
Do you hear them cry?

Blue skies turned dark as coal
Playgrounds scarred with bullet holes
Standing strong with this olive branch
So if I fall, this new tree will grow

You kill our children and our old
You take our lives, but never our souls
We’re standing strong, where we belong
For Palestine, we’ll go on and on