Song of Tomorrow
In the quiet breath of morning,
Beneath olives standing old,
Taste of figs, dates, and honey,
Stories longing to be told.
Bread baked warm at sunrise,
The hills of Galilee near,
Yet my heart holds a winter,
Growing colder year by year.
In the eyes along the street,
A sadness deep and shared,
Ancient walls of silent stone
Whisper prayers softly aired.
Between desert sands and Jordan,
Between silence and the sea,
Two peoples dream the same dream—
One day, perhaps, we’ll be free.
My friend, keep your heart awake,
Through shadows, grief, and strife.
Teach your children gently—
There’s no shortcut through this life.
Two stories told in sorrow,
Bound by loss, yet reaching wide,
Still, the wind whispers peace
And carries hope inside.
Beyond the desert and the Jordan,
Beyond the silence and the sea,
Two peoples dream the same dream—
And the wind will set us free.
They cannot hold or bind it,
Nor silence what we’ve sung,
For the future moves within us—
The future has begun.