Rise Again

Yeah... This is for every stone thrown, every name whispered in the wind.

For every soul who never gave in.

Listen.

Dust on the skyline, blood on the ground,

Mothers cry out, but no justice is found.

Kids throwing stones at tanks in the street,

Facing down giants with nothing but feet.

From Jenin to Rafah, the battle stays real,

Every wound's a memory, every scar you can feel.

History written in struggle and strife,

But we're still here, fighting for life.