A garden of beautiful scents,
Camping under the sky and sleeping in zipped tight tents.
Laughing and joking while starring at the beautiful sky,
Watching the birds flap their wings as they fly by.
Drinking and eating our own good food,
Having everything we need to live with-nothing to include.
This isn't my life, but rather the life I dream of every night,
But alas all this is out of sight.
While you may be after wealth and power,
This is what I seek-
An ocean of wonder to surround me,
This is what I call being free,
Living far from any criticism,
Bathing and drinking clean nourishing water,
Not being held against the law for too much laughter.
The feeling of freedom and to do what I please,
To no longer hear the word …"freeze"
When will a barrier fall between this life of war,
For sometimes I fear I can't take it anymore.
I don't see freedom except when my mind is asleep, and my eyes are shut,
Though when open most of the time I only see this almost lifeless hut.
Almost lifeless because I believe there is still hope,
Hope that one day Palestine will one day be free,
Free with our own democracy.
Freedom to move and speak,
To have the power to live the life we seek!
Apart from hope dreams are all I have now,
No school to enjoy, no land to plough.
You've robbed me from my happiness,
You've taken away my innocence.
You see me cry every night,
But still you insist on calling Palestine to fight.
You've taken from me what I have struggled to earn,
But know that in me the fire of hope will always burn.
Yes-I wish you'd stop these childish and dangerous games,
And look at yourself for truly you are to blame.
Yes-it is my wish and I pray it comes true.
Yes-One day we will be free, you'll see.
At times I may seem weak and on the urge to break up,
But I'll keep on going for surely I am with the help of my Rabb!

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