Find the young boy under the old olive tree
the shade going all the way to his tiny shins
with a broken flag hidden under his knees
as he sings:
I don’t know how
will I ever return to that place
where the sun never sets / and the birds fly high as they play,
where the moon just stands there and waits
For some sign that is time for the sun to rest,
It’s a devout and sacred ground
Golden sand and high marbled clouds
Where the people once dance around,
a joyful scene, My dear,
I feel as I'm lost and I’ll never be found,
The farmer comes asking from where he came
A curious look with a concerned stare
For he has seen pain but is never quite the same
And the boy sings:
I have seen
the worlds most beautiful temple / blue as the sea,
And the people, they all gathered around
Hearts on their hands and love in their eyes
as they sang the words to the most beautiful sound
Asking God,
If one day he’ll ever come down,
And the boy cried for home / he yearned for peace and to feel whole,
but he felt the earth shake and so did his bones,
now all he can do to forget and regrow
is pray for the sky to swallow their bombs,
but the sky watches as his city burns in flames
as the boy clings to the old olive tree
For is the one thing they’ll never take away
Palestine, he’ll never forget your name
It is here where I'll lay,
Forever cannot be changed,
Deep are my roots and so is my faith
No matter the unknown steps, I will never welcome fear nor shame
For I was born in the worlds most beautiful place.
