Footsteps echo in a broken land
Tiny hands still try to stand
Ash in the air, sky torn and wide
But hope don’t die — it just hides inside
Streets in silence, walls worn thin
But listen close, the dreams begin
In every tear, a voice remains
In every scar, there’s still a name
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Dust and dreams, we still believe
Freedom's growing underneath
In the cracks, we plant the light
Even if we cry at night…
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Shoes are gone, but hearts are full
We color walls with thoughts so bold
Chalk and ash beneath the stars
We sketch tomorrow with all these scars
Mama says,"Hold on, just breathe"
Baba whispers,"Don’t you leave"
We ain’t broken — just unseen
But we’re still standing in dust and dreams
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We are not the silence
We are the sound
We are not forgotten
We are the ground
That still sings...
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Dust and dreams, we still believe
Freedom's growing underneath
From Gaza’s night, a light will stream
We rise again... with dust and dreams.
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(Outro )
“Gaza… still dreaming… Palestine… free…Palestine...”)
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