A little Muslim from Palestine

A little Muslim from Palestine

I’ll always be a contender
Yes I know my bones are very tender

And by Allah you won’t see me surrender
Look at my eyes/ you’ll see no butterflies

My home is filled with cries …….due to all the lost lives
But I swear by Allah I’ll never compromise

I’ll still throw the stones even with my broken bones
Why can’t I hear from you, don’t you have any phones?

Yes I forgot, you’re not on the chase, try it out and put your self in my place

Soon I’ll return to my lord, the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry because of me you’ll find no trace

You could have sent me at least one dinner plate
I guess it is my fate

It really is to late, why did you wait
And la ilaha ill Allah is my mate