A touching song
In Gaza City, Palestine,
Just standing by the sea
Here I was born a refugee,
But no refuge could they find for me.
Well I’ve been trapped here all my days
Three borders closed surrounding me
And soldiers sitting in the sea
And bombs a-falling down on me.
And there’s no place to hide,
My home isn’t even safe inside -
Nowhere to run, to play,
Where I can be a child:
Just for one minute,
Just an hour of my troubled days,
Let this flying kite take back the sky for me.
This kite that’s flying over me
Seeing things that I can’t see,
Saying all the things that I would say
If I could leave this place;
No walls could stop me dreaming,
No lies could lock me down,
And all the words in all the world
Couldn’t stop me from roaming around.
This kite that’s flying over me,
It’s just paper string and wood,
And a picture that I painted
And I hope it’s understood.
Will you carry all my dreaming up towards the sun,
Will you show the world that freedom means the same to everyone.
All it needs is the right wind blowing
Just one breath from the sea,
And where bombs and bullets have been falling
I send my kite soaring.
It may seem a simple thing
Just holding on to a piece of string –
But don’t forget I’ve been holding on
For all of my short years,
And my mother and my father
Held on long before my time.
Just for one minute,
Just an hour of my troubled days,
Let this flying kite take back the sky for me.