We travel the ages on winds of jasmine and smoke
Cradling our stories between Naqab's ancient stones
Our footprints leave trails across Hebron's hills
The same paths our ancestors' wandering cries have known
We couple our dreams to Galilee's restless waters
Each wave carrying a maiden's mournful song
Of olive groves stripped bare, beloved soil devoured
A homeland's narrative writ across her yearning's long
From scorched Rafah sands to Gaza's choked borders
Smoke mingles with tears where bombs bloom flowers of ash
Our blood scriptures the earth, unyielding chronicles
Of a perseverance forged in oppression's harsh
Our sorrows the sandstorms that scour Zion's walls