Roots of Judaism
Thick as the pillars
Solid as the ancient stone
Sempiternally grip as a testament
To the growing nation
Sixth century tradition

These roots burgeon a tree
We are leaves
We fall
Among dead legends like the millions before us
We turn to dust

The tree of Judaism remains
The flag flies, the sun rises
We stand in defiance
Barbarically attacked
Our tree pruned
The roots of Judaism run deep

Pray for the country, my country
Pray for the nation, my nation
Pray for the people, my people

For I am Jewish and my roots run deep,
I lie among legends
Wreathed in tradition and community