You are the stone in the hand of a child 

You are the olive tree that rises from the rubble of Gaza 

You are the angry student in a tent on campus 

You are Aaron Bushnell as he lights a fire 

You are the defiant look as you stare down a tank 

You are resistance bold 

You are stories untold 

You are the wronged, the abandoned, the unborn child 

Oppressed, denied, buried alive 

Yours is a song of freedom 

You are a hero 

You are Palestine