We'll raise the kids with brown curls and olive skin,
I'd rather them have your nose,
Built as a tower of Lebanon, looking towards Damascus
Perhaps my eyes, the ones that soften at the mention of your name
Ya amar, under the chuppah, you foretold our future like a blessing
And I whispered amen
Sacrificing everything I've had
For us.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
We'll raise the kids with brown curls and olive skin,
I'd rather them have your nose,
Built as a tower of Lebanon, looking towards Damascus
Perhaps my eyes, the ones that soften at the mention of your name
Ya amar, under the chuppah, you foretold our future like a blessing
And I whispered amen
Sacrificing everything I've had
For us.
