As I see the world cheering for our  deaths
yelling gas the jews
as if they think that will bring peace and freedom
all I can think about and cry
beyond my numbness of pain
is think of you and how i remember you
your beautiful nails
your beautiful smile
your hebrew
the way you played with all of the children
it aches me everyday since the war started
not knowing if your alive
all I can do is hope
and pray that your okay
or that if your dead
that you went without pain
my heart can't hold all this pain
I greet each of my friends and ask them how they are
grief stings the air
like a spell
everyone is grieving
everyone knows someone
who was burnt kidnapped killed
***** or kidnapped
I would love for the westeners to live here one day
and see what its like
to actually live here
instead of just seeing things from a biased one perspective
life especially war is complicated ******
and painful
and evil knows no bounds
today i saw a picture
of a girl that was burnt alive
I can't help but hope
that you didn't die like that
I hope that you went to the wrong party
and that you are sitting in your house
in the north
smiling sipping coffee
and singing israeli music
I hope and pray that your okay
I pray and I cry ..