The Darkness of the Hearts of Poor Children in the Land of Palestine

In the hearts of children, sadness finds its home.Where have our parents wandered, are they worn out with ashes?We lift our prayers, for the holy humans who have been martyred,May peace envelop them, dispel the bombs that always come suddenly.

Let joy spread its wings, in hearts saddened by loss,

Lead the souls of the fallen to heaven, where there is hope for peace.

Though shadows remain, the flame of hope will not be extinguished,In our prayers, their comfort, their protection, their gain.The Darkness in the Hearts of PoorChildren in Palestine

In the hearts of children, sadness finds its home,Where have our parents wandered, are they worn out with ashes?We lift our prayers, for the holy humans who have been martyred,May peace envelop them, dispel the bombs that always come suddenly.

Let joy spread its wings, in hearts saddened by loss,

Lead the souls of the fallen to heaven, where there is hope for peace.Though shadows remain, the flame of hope will not be extinguished,In our prayers, their comfort, their protection, their gain.