The Palestinian Rebel

I am the rebel, born of the olive tree,
My roots run deep, no chain can shatter me.
I am the cry that breaks the iron night,
I am the flame that refuses to lose its light.

I am the stone in the hand of the child,
I am the desert wind, untamed and wild.
I wear no crown, I fear no throne,
For every hill and every field is my own.

I am the voice of martyrs who bled,
I am the song of the living and the dead.
I am the call of the mosque and the bell,
I am the story the rivers tell The Rebel of Palestine.

I am the rebel, the soul of Palestine,
In me the eternal spirit will always shine.
I am the storm that breaks all bars for Palestine,
I am the prayer written in the stars.

You may burn my home, you may wound my sky in Palestine
But I rise again in Palestine, I will never die in Palestine
For in my heart, unbroken, free,
Lives my land, my love, my destiny in Palestine.