In the cradle of dawn, where dreams take flight,
A tale unfolds, both in darkness and light.
In the land of Palestine, where olives sigh,
Dreams and reality beneath the same sky.
In the quiet of night, where stars softly gleam,
Children of Palestine cradle a dream.
In the refugee camps, where echoes persist,
Hope blossoms in hearts, a resilient twist.
Oh, Bethlehem’s star, witness to the dreamer,
In the ancient streets, where hopes grow ever greener.
Reality, a heavy cloak, draped on shoulders small,
Yet dreams persist, an anthem for all.
Through the alleys of Nablus, where history whispers,
Dreams cascade like rivers, overcoming hindrances.
Reality, a checkpoint, where footsteps tread,
Yet dreams surge ahead, an unstoppable thread.
In the gardens of Gaza, where flowers bloom,
Dreams take root, dispelling the gloom.
Reality’s walls may confine the view,
Yet in the heart’s garden, dreams renew.
Jerusalem’s spires, where prayers ascend,
Dreams transcend borders, a message to send.
Reality’s clash, where stones may fly,
Yet dreams soar higher, painting the sky.
In Hebron’s shadows, where struggles persist,
Dreams carve pathways through the dense mist.
Reality’s hardships may carve lines,
Yet dreams etch tales, where resilience shines.
Through the Negev’s vastness, where dreams find space,
Reality’s challenges, a relentless chase.
Yet dreams persist, like stars in the night,
A beacon of hope, a flickering light.
In the classrooms of Ramallah, where knowledge blooms,
Dreams unfurl like pages, dispelling gloom.
Reality’s barriers may cast a shadow,
Yet dreams are seeds, in freedom they grow.
So, in the dance of dreams and reality,
Palestine’s heartbeat echoes in duality.
Through the struggle, through the night,
Dreams persist, a beacon of light.
In the realm of hope, where aspirations align,
Dreams and reality, an intricate design.
In the tale of Palestine, a narrative unfolds,
Of dreams embraced, and realities untold.
