She harpens the mute,
Which makes them sing their soul,
For within her poetry they find,
Their relentless souls,
Their relentless sorrows,
A whim of time induced fate,
To betray her,
For her to sow to no reap,
Within her bounteous heart such injustice couldn't seep,
So now she spills the nectar of her being,
She spill words of poetry,
She spill tears.

In my shackles I run free,
Miles and miles on the path of divinity.

In ill wit I find this life unfit,
Bequest of melancholy I admire,
For all left of us is dire,
A folks tale we learn to admire,
Akin to the play that plays in my mind,
Even with me as my possession,With my soul I hold no rhyme
Thus,
as realities prisoner I do not wish to retire,
The earth retraces it's history in satire,
Gods creativity I admire,
But confined to this rugged terrain I contrive,
An illness has warmed me and now in its grasp I lie,
An illness to betray that of which I find noble,
So now I grieve a lesson I don't want to learn.

I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
Gaza  is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and
bleeding
When will they end the occupation
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
I can't take this anymore
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding

Is it a devotion to love?,
Is it the stuttering way of the tides?,
Is it that resonance of the weeping Sky?,
Or the strings of yearning plundered by lust?,
That oft fret us of a perpetual brooding call of death,
One that is as much of a mystery as it is known,
The trees left to stand tall for man,
who shall have his back fail him over eternity,
The sand who's grains shall never be acknowledged by man or god,
Yet they stay,
Yet it blooms,
Is life a reward or a test?,
Is it the result of former ill crimes at best,
For our nature thrives in inequality, injustice,
Like a sinner,
Like a criminal,
We comply to our nature Our nature to love has proved futile.
Although it has kept us sane.

Unsettling silence protrudes me whole,
Silence with god,
Silence within my soul,
Silence of remarkable control,
Silence bound to eat me whole,
Skillful silence has me sinful,
Plundering what in me was willful,
What to make of who I am?,
What to make of my greed?,
To have god's heed.