We ran out of Gaza, our wounded land,
with tears and fear in the eyes, and in the soul a deep wound,
no one knows about my father and my sister, my mother, look up to heaven,
and the stars fall, and cause pain with their hurting fire.

The stars were falling from the sky in a vision that scared,
as we walked among the terrified people,
and in the midst of that chaos and terror, a little girl, crying alone was,
I took her by the hand, and in the midst of the grief we walked together.

Together we walked in fear among the ruins,
there are no more schools or houses, everything evaporated between today and yesterday,
we see people lying on the ground and we feel a strong smell of fire and rotten meat.
We went to the grandmother's house, who hugged us with sweetness and tears of farewell.

Bombs are falling again, they are no longer stars from the sky,
We all pray fervently, seeking faith and comfort,
Grandpa whispers hopefully, asking for the fires to stop,
asking for the pain to go away, but no one listens to her plea.

Another day is born and the children here we are again, thirsty and hungry and not knowing if we eat,
the bombs and bullets keep falling now, now from tanks and not just from the sky,
how many children will be left alone while this hell lasts,
but a whisper of hope and struggle is born in our chest.

Surviving is the game of our childhood right now,
that's why with hope and fear we walked to Egypt,
with an infinite number of people this torment lives and I don't let go of the girl alone,
because fear and pain made us one thanks to that terrible encounter.

There is a whisper of hope in our parents and grandparents,
we walked to the border despite the heavy fire,
i only think about food and bathing again,
while my family thinks about our uncertain future.

Thanks for reading me.

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