Prayer to Gaza

With my hands clasped together and on the ground i bend,
I ask and pray to Allah The Almighty of lists that i wanted,
Not the long list of shopping nor gadgets,
Or even my happiness that i had always ask,
This day and the day onwards i'll ask something else,
Pray something else,
If my heart have that little bit of pureness before it turns black,
Of the infection that one can not deny,
Of lust, power, greed,
The impossible things that made them suffer,
I pray in this heart of mine,
To let me always pray their happiness and reach for it,
To give them a part of my life that i am ungrateful of,
To be their parents of the little one if i could teach them,
Of peace i would talk more and more,
That pain if i may become their healer,
Can i just hold onto them O' Allah The Almighty,
Hold onto the bleeding hands,
Trembling due to ruthless bullets,
I hear them cry of the most painful that i can never forget,
These hands i grasp and will forever hold onto,
I pray for peace and sacrifice my happiness,
As i want to see them living the same life like i do,
For i do not want the little one to understand the savage of life too early,
When i wanted them to fly more onto their dreams,
I dare to all that and i will forever pray,
This is my PRAYER TO GAZA.