A tiny hand rises from within the earth
this is the one that died soon after birth
Even a sword is raised from body parts
a young valiant warrior that had his father’s heart
You see what I see the sea letting two arms flow
the bravery the loyalty the lion that died slow
And tiny footsteps on hot dessert we refer to as bloody Sahara
loss of a father, marks of slapping on her chin what more could harm her?
A tent with wailers, back bent save the scarf, answer our prayers
the mother who fears now she has no saviors
Now you see the man who stands still, a hand in heaven another in earth
Is there no helper who wants and will give a divine generation birth
