lyric iron
This is my updated version:
In a land of ancient skies,
Where olive trees and shadows lie,
A story of both loss and gain,
Is whispered in the wind and rain.
Children play where hope seems frail,
Their laughter masked by sorrow’s veil,
In fields where peace has long been sought,
Amid the battles bravely fought.
In one such home, a tale of woe,
A family’s grief continues to grow,
Young Amina, full of cheer,
Was lost to violence, stark and clear.
Homes in rubble, dreams in dust,
In streets where broken spirits trust,
That someday peace will find its way,
To mend the hearts of yesterday.
Mothers weep for sons they mourn,
Fathers’ hearts by conflict torn,
Amina’s mother, tears of grief,
Seeks solace yet, without relief.
Yet still they dream, through night and day,
Of olive branches in their sway.
The land of tears, of joy and pain,
Of promises in sun and rain.
The land recalls the scars and fears,
And holds the hope of future years.
Her brother, Ali, tries to cope,
Clinging tightly to threads of hope.
In valleys deep and mountains high,
Beneath the vast, unyielding sky,
A yearning for a world that’s free,
Where all can live in harmony.
May dawn arrive with soft embrace,
And shine upon each weary face,
In Palestine, where dreams take flight,
May peace prevail both day and night.
For every child like Amina lost,
The price of war, an endless cost,
May we find the strength to stand,
And heal the wounds across the land.
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bronze oar
pseudo stirrup
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graceful laurel
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