For Palestine

There is a voice of children crying
The voice of women mourning
The voice of an elder sighing.
They don't know, when will they stop suffering.

When I was little my mother she, said that this world is a wonderful place.
That I'd walk around with my brothers and sisters hand in hand, and we'll walk on the green grassy grass where father waits right there where the sun will set beautifully.

But why, why does the land that was once so peaceful and beautiful now shower with blood and bullet rain? Why does the babies and innocent kids have to die in pain?
Why does their father failed to return, when the reason they left the house, is to protect their own land?

I want to wake up, knowing all the children will live without fear.
I want to wake up, knowing all the woman wouldn't have to lose their husband in war.
I want to wake up, knowing all the elders wouldn't have to sigh and cry for the lost of their children as well as their grandchildren.

I want them to be free.
I want them to be free.

For Palestine, with all my love.
F.O , 2012