A story told from the perspective of a young girl living in the gaza strip
Lyrics (THE STORY):
[- PART 1: HOPE & OPTIMISM -]
-VERSE 1-
My name is Najla, young girl livin' in the Gaza strip
This is my home, subject to ma**acres and politics
But I remain an optimist, strive for peace I insist
Why can't we cease and desist and just co-exist?
I'm usually dismissed, "how could we not resist"?
My big brother said in anger while he clenched down his fists
"they said we never existed, they don't want us to live"
I said "Ahmed just listen", he said "you're just a kid"
Emotions running high, but this is more than pride
Seeing our loved ones die, our home of Palestine
"d**h to Israeli swine!" "This is for
فلسطين!"
Walking in the streets that's all I hear them scream
They tell us we don't belong, they say we have to leave
But where else would we go? When all the Arab regimes
Smile to our faces, but constantly keep us at bay
Palestine is where our place is, we have no choice but to
Stay
This is our home, we have every right to ... stay
-VERSE 2-
Ahmed thinks I'm naïve, but I just want a future where
We all lived in peace and my lil brother won't be scared
I mean he is young and he just started school
But he's already talkin' bout being a martyr too
I pray for a future where it is plausible
For him to have dreams he could work and aspire to
I want to be a lawyer someday, I once told my father
He said set a goal Najla, and you will go farther
My mother's even prouder, she said she loved my mindset
And with youth like me there's hope for Palestine yet
I wonder if there's a young girl like me on the other side
Maybe one day our fates will coincide
After seeing Sara die, I just want it all to stop
The tanks, the rockets, my friends getting shot
I am sick of the d**hs, I want us all to
Stay
I mean, why can't we all just
Stay
I believe in a peaceful future
I believe we can all
Stay
*ROCKET STRIKE*
*EXPLOSIONS*
[- PART 2: FEAR & HATE -]
-VERSE 3- (Najla, while running, out of breathe - )
Dying of hunger, dying of thirst
My father's house, laid in the dirt
Bombed us in, relentless with the occupation
Systematically wiping us out like we're abominations
Dying of bullets, dying of bombs
Saw half a face on the ground, it was my mom
Ahmed needs stitches, my father is twitching
At least his body cuz half his head was missing
Little brother is crying, and so am I
Tears in my eyes while I looked up at the sky
The sky was darkened, fire and smoke
The ounce of hope I once had seemed like a joke
How foolish was I, to think there would be peace
Their bombs rained while our d**h tolls slowly increased
Filled with anger, filled with hate
My brother's face said that he felt the same
"its all their fault, the f**ing yahouds"
I didn't argue because I knew it was true
With all their power, uh, a bunch of cowards
k**ing everyone I knew in less than an hour
I held my little brother's hand, this wasn't planned
"be strong Mohammed, you are a man"
"it's you and I now, we have to survive"
"and hope one day justice will be returned in kind"
"with Allah's will", he cried my name -
"Najla please promise you won't go away"
"I promise Mohammed
I ..."
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