Roots Under Rubble

[Verse] From the hills where the olive trees grow, I'm speaking truth from the heart, Chiseled from stone and dust, we made art. Generations deep, resilience in our veins, Palestinian pride, breakin' all chains. [Verse 2] Gather 'round the campfire, tales to unfold, Cedar scent in the breeze, ancient lore told. Children of the sun, we rise every dawn, Through tears and triumphs, keepin' culture strong. [Chorus] Roots under rubble, still we bloom high, Songs of our fathers echo through the sky. Pain in our past, but hope in our hands, Forever unbowed, transcending these lands. [Bridge] Mosaic of memories, stitched through time's seam, Each shard a story, each piece a dream. Hand-in-hand, we dance through life’s lane, Enduring spirit, like an unbreakable chain. [Verse 3] Old city markets, spices filled with zeal, In every shared meal, unity you can feel. Shepherds on the hills, voices join in song, Years can't erase where we truly belong. [Chorus] Roots under rubble, still we bloom high, Songs of our fathers echo through the sky. Pain in our past, but hope in our hands, Forever unbowed, transcending these lands.