A new day to die
The ashes on the backyard flower/Makes a puzzle only a Gazan/Could easily figure.
The ashes on the backyard flower/Makes a puzzle only a Gazan/Could easily figure.
Another bomb explodes. Sharpnel flies. Another home collapses. Another martyr leaves without farewell.
Who are the strangers holding me? This is not my mother's smell, nor my father's.
Israeli warplanes bombed Gaza in my dreams, but on Friday I realized this was not a dream.
This place, where a wall can burst in, a table fly and spin, glass shatter faster than a flinch?
My heart fills with agony/but I will not lose hope/not after 21 years resisting/enduring hardships in Gaza.
In your eyes, the stars/Pierce my heart /Cutting through my hopes/Tearing them apart.
It doesn't cry when I do/It just sits and listens to the symphony I play, entitled melancholy.