Once I had a home
I still have the key
I take it everywhere I go
To prove that all I've said is so
And all the world can see
The walls were painted blue
The front door carved by hand
And generations of my kin
and strangers, all were welcomed in
when they walked upon my land
Pray for us all
And the nameless, the fallen,
The faceless forgotten
Once I had a home
Olive trees once grew
Where mounds of rubble stand
A man can feel himself a king
When water flows from well and spring
And peaceful is the land
Pray for us all...
The stars shine down on bone and skin
On wire and walls that hold us in
On roads that can't lead home again
Pray for us all...
A lament from a Palestinian displaced from an ancestral home after the creation of the State of Israel - the ongoing sadness of two peoples each believing in their exclusive right to the same piece of ground. I pray for peace, for hope, for common sense and common ground.