Rise Again

Gaza. Beirut, same fight, same breath. Still stand tall

in the face of death. You can drown hope, it won't rest.

We rise again, nothing left. Under the same sky, the bombs still

fall. Kids still pray while they hear that call. Ash in the

air, no safe walls. But they still rise, they survive it

all. From Gaza smoke to Beirut pain. Two cities bleed the same name.

You can crush the homes but not the flames. Still they rise again and again.

They can burn the ground but not the roots. They can break the walls but