The ocean can be filled,
With the blood that has been spilled,
Our failed tries,
Our helpless cries,
Everything is falling apart,
But that is what binding our heart,
Closer to the Almighty,
Holding onto Him tightly,
Sometimes I just want to die,
To this misery I want to say goodbye,
Bombs, explosions, the destruction of buildings,
Raids and thousand killings,
It’s hard to accept this reality,
People are born with this mentality,
I wish to die,
So that I’ll be a bird of paradise ready to fly,
Mornings on the promised land,
Nights on the chandeliers.