Fearful glances dart between lands where the sky is sad today,
Her beauty contrasting against flames of hate where the sky is sad today.
Fluttering voices echo across our singing valleys,
As languages encrypted in blood and tears hum where the sky is sad today.
That blue boat sitting on that Gazan beach sails out to sea,
Fighting grey waters placed by those holding keys — where the sky is sad today.
Raised fists pumping blood through rivers and arteries,
Standing with strength against the tide of tyrants where the sky is sad today.
The child searching for his hidden armour in the woods,
Is eloquently weaving his footprints in the earth where the sky is sad today.
The world opens its eyes to a war that is so different to mine,
In its centre there is a glacier but it is warm where the sky is sad today.
The sound of the rain still brings your fragrance to me,
April showers in May, snow in June — but not where the sky is sad today.
With outstretched arms and our palms facing a heaven,
We rejoice in the laughter of the child living where the sky is sad today.
They say home is written by the heart but it is touched by the soul,
So when will the earth carry San’aa back to the place — where the sky is not sad today.