The Palestine I know does not care about a VIP pass
She does not negotiate the size of our prison
She does not negotiate the size of our prison
She breaks the breaks the walls
She does not dialog across the bars
She does not dialog across our prison bars
She breaks those bars and beats them to the rhythm of old slave songs
Freedom
She breaks those bars and beats them to the rhythm of old slave songs
Freedom
She beats those bars,
Beats those bars to the rhythm of old slave songs
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
And if you stop
If you stop and listen
If you stop and listen you can hear her pacing across the shore line
From Haifa to Atka* to Riza*
You can hear her pacing across the shoreline
And waiting, waiting, waiting
For every last one of her children to come home
To come home
The Palestine I know