Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They said the land was empty,
But it was full of prayer and grain.
Full of mothers singing softly,
Full of fig trees after rain.
They drew lines with broken compasses,
Spoke of peace and brought the flame—
But the hills still whisper stories,
And the rivers speak our name.
[Chorus]
The land remembers every child,
Every root and every mile.
It holds our songs beneath the dust,
Our silent strength, our sacred trust.
We are not gone, we are not small—
We are the ones who rise through it all.
The land remembers. And so do we.
We are Palestine.
We will be free.
[Verse 2]
They took the houses, left the keys,
Scattered voices on the breeze.
But you can’t erase a mother’s hands,
Or the echo of a people’s stand.
We build again with shattered stone,
We carry the weight, but not alone.
With every olive branch we tend,
We say: “This story does not end.”
[Chorus]
The land remembers every child,
Every root and every mile.
It holds our songs beneath the dust,
Our silent strength, our sacred trust.
We are not gone, we are not small—
We are the ones who rise through it all.
The land remembers. And so do we.
We are Palestine.
We will be free.
[Bridge]
And in the camps, we paint the skies,
Teach our children not to cry.
We write our names on every wall,
A people wounded, but standing tall.
[Final Chorus]
The land remembers every child,
Every name they tried to file.
From Acre’s shores to Gaza’s fire,
We carry pain—but never tire.
Our hearts are stone, our will is seed,
We are the ones who will be freed.
The land remembers. And so do we.
We are Palestine.
We will be free.