00:00Nakba's cry, hope's light. On 15th May, the echoes weep. A land once whole, now torn so deep, families scattered, homes erased, a sorrow past, a loss embraced.
00:17The olive trees in silence stand, their roots still clutch the broken land, tears like rivers carved the sand, where children's laughter once had spanned.
00:30The keys they hold, a promise keep, through years of exile. Hearts still weep yet in the night, a whispered dream, of love reborn in moonlight's gleam.
00:43A hope remains where ruin lay, that dawn will bring a kinder day that hands once forced to wave goodbye, will build again, with heads held high, for peace may bloom where sorrow grew, and home return to those it knew a future safe, where children play, beneath the olive's gentle sway.
