The soul hears words, yet none are true,
they fade like mist, they shift in view.
Each voice a veil, a fleeting call,
no single sound contains it all.

The soul sees forms in painted skies,
mere shades of truth before the eyes.
Perspectives bend, the mirrors break,
yet still the soul no chains can take.

The soul remains, both still and free,
beyond opinion's trembling sea.
Its silent flame, a guiding breath,
unchanged by life, untouched by death.

In brown eyes, a shadow lies,
A secret that the daylight hides.
Soft as dusk, yet sharp as flame,
Whispers of a nameless pain.

You’ll never stay the same,
yet grow within the flame.
The sea remakes the shore,
and shapes us evermore.

Through tides we drift and turn,
as hearts renew and learn.
Each wave becomes a guide,
a change we cannot hide.

The stars above still gleam,
they echo every dream.
Though maps may fade away,
the moon will light our way.

The donkey swayed through fading light, dust rose, laughter lingered,
a memory carried farther than the road.

Butterflies in a quiet dawn appear,
threads of souls that circle near.
Through cycles of death and cry,
they wake anew beneath blue sky.
Wings remember what once they knew,
reborn, connected, forever true.

They fall, they rise, they breathe again,
from ash to air, from loss to flame.
A whisper born of lives gone by,
now riding light beneath the sky.
In every wing, a world made new,
rebirth in motion, pure and true.

Stars above, so soft and bright,
Shine on Gaza through the night.
Hold each child in quiet grace,
Bring them hope and a safe place

Let them dream, let them play,
Let them see a peaceful day.
Hear this prayer, so small and true.
Love and light for children too.

God above, so kind and near,
Keep the children safe from fear.
Give them beds and skies so blue,
And let them laugh like others do.

Scars within whisper tales only your soul can hear,
Silent stories hidden deep, beyond the world's ear.
In shadows they softly speak, of pain and grace,
A secret song of healing, in your quiet space