Those Children died in vain again I want to prevent that Those creatures that call themselves "Humans" make the noises of begging to sound like dying cats Blood flows down like red ink I run forward and the child gives me a wink And he closes his eyes ever more I then knew he was about to soar A bird of Heaven with white wings Feathers and everything who comes around and sings I knew then that those children never died in vain The sky's begun to let out it's rain Crying for those poor people that just lost their lives Mother,father,brother and sister holding knives In order to defend their home But those so called "Humans" continue to roam They're as Cruel as Ink I always say Because Ink is black and dark with not a single bit of mercy if you may Those people left to give a better world for the next generation But those so called "Humans" have a wall of rules with no penetration d**h at every turn What will they learn? While being Cruel as Ink in a way that makes people beg to be spared But then they're not and end up being someone who least dares Palestine was and will always be my home My place, My sanctuary, My loved mosque so close People in pain with no dose We'll lose if we don't pick up a fight We may lose our fame, name and might Those "Humans" are as Cruel as Ink as I said before And these people don't have much to their core But still cruel as ice They can never be nice They take what's yours and say "it's mine" That's the everyday suffering of Palestine And they changed her name as well Making the dark, snide and evil Israel When will we get up pick up our swords and make her shine? Open your beautiful doors again Oh Palestine Wake up in peace and a smile You didn't have that in quite a while One day you will be free And everyone will yell, tears of happiness falling "FINALLY!"