A Cry From Heaven: The Voice of Martyrs

I was a child with dreams untold,

A heart so pure, a soul of gold.

But now I rise, beyond the skies,

A martyr where the innocent lie.

We played in streets with sunlit grace,

Before the bombs, before the blaze.

Now we are stars that brightly shine,

In heaven’s arms, no longer mine.

O world, you watched, you stood so still,

As death came swiftly, against our will.

We screamed for help, but none replied,

As homes were shattered, and hope had died.

You saw the fire, you heard the cries,

But closed your hearts, ignored the skies.

The silence louder than the blast,

You let it happen, how long will this last?

In Gaza’s streets, we breathed our last,

While you moved on, walked right past.

We’ll tell our Lord, with tears so bright,

How you turned away from our plight.

The bombs kept falling, lives erased,

And yet you let it be embraced.

The flags of peace hung limp and low,

While rivers of blood began to flow.

But we are strong, though small we seem,

Our faith burns bright, an endless gleam.

We soar above, in light and grace,

No force on earth can take our place.

O world, your silence is your shame,

For you stood by and played the game.

But when the reckoning day arrives,

We’ll ask our Lord to show you lives—

Of children lost, of futures burned,

Of justice that was never earned.

And you’ll remember every name,

For you were silent—now bear the blame.

O God, we come, in peaceful flight,

Your martyrs now in endless light.

Bear witness how the world stood by,

As we were left alone to die.