My heart is low, my heart is so low As only a mother’s heart can be. As only a mother’s, as only a mother’s, As only a mother’s heart can know. The tears that drip, from my bewildered eyes Taste of anguish and despair. The horrors we've seen, they play on my mind, And each night I pray for Palestine. When restless eyes, reveal my troubled soul, Anger floods my broken heart. I mourn for their dreams, I mourn for their way of life. And dream we all will see a Free Palestine. Chorus Arabic Chorus English Chorus English