Shalaam, Salom
Salaam, Shalom Shalom, Salaam Don’t show me maps First set me free, untie my hands
Salaam, Shalom Shalom, Salaam What do we tell an unborn child
Salaam, Shalom. I’m human too Shalom, Salaam. I’m just like you
My hands - stretched out - Not some handouts wrapped in kind words
Salaam, Shalom
Salaam, Shalom, Salom, Shalaam By that far land we both hold dear There’ll be no slaves and masters there
February 27, 2003 |