Rawand Alagha
The sun will rise, though skies are grey,
Amid the cries, we find our way.
Through endless nights, through blood and pain,
We stand as one and try again.
In Gaza’s streets, the shadows fall,
But hearts still beat, defying all.
The winds may roar, the earth may shake,
But hope survives, no fear can break.
The sun will rise, with light so pure,
A promise that we will endure.
Through darkened days and endless strife,
We’ll rebuild peace, we’ll reclaim life.
Through broken walls, through shattered dreams,
We’ll rise as one, beneath the beams.
For every loss, for every tear,
We’ll fight again, we’ll persevere.
The sun will rise, and in its glow,
We’ll find the strength to heal and grow.
In Gaza’s heart, with love and grace,
We’ll rise again, we’ll find our place.
The night is long, the silence loud,
Beneath the dust, we stand unbowed.
A cradle rocks where bombs have been,
Yet hearts still beat, and eyes still gleam.
The sun will rise — we’re not the same.
Through every tear, through every flame,
We carry scars, and also grace,
We find our strength in each new place.
No end is fixed, no loss in vain —
The sun will rise — we’ll try again.
No cage can crush the will to live,
No siege can stop what love can give.