One of the things I’ve been most inspired by over the last few years is the strength and determination of the Palestinian people. Seeing them keep going on in unbelievable hardship, death, and pain, something about their struggle has given me my own strength when I have felt like giving up. They have touched so many lives by simply telling their stories, sharing them with the world. There was something deeper that needed to be captured and shared, beyond what most people have tried to show, a quiet courage and steadfast bravery in the face of certain death. The song is both melancholy and defiant - I have to say, a very hard balance to find. I got a bit stuck towards the end, but I hope you like it and you feel a bit of what I have felt ❤️ (Lyrics) We scratched our names into bark with dull kitchen knives Carried stories in cracked pockets, passed them inside Olive roots thicker than our wrists, older than our lives We made them mean something when no one else would try We will live, we will rise Under fire that scorches the skies Though the world dreams of our end We'll stand tall, never bend From the mud where our feet are chained We'll write our names in the pouring rain Despite the will of the cruel and blind Our hearts beat on unconfined Tents flap like soaked laundry in the storm Feet sink deeper each time the sky weeps and roars Damp canvas clings with mildewed lies we scorn We pass unfinished tales, low voices, cracked lips, one breath more We will live, we will rise Under fire that scorches the skies Though the world dreams of our end We'll stand tall, never bend From the mud where our feet are chained We'll write our names in the pouring rain Despite the will of the cruel and blind Our hearts beat on, unconfined Just blood in our veins Another morning we wake Just breath on our lips Wondering what is our fate? We’ll finish our story Torch sputters, still burns Hums of our songs Preserved through the turn We will live... we will live... Despite it all, we forgive? No We must endure, we will thrive Olive branches and ink... our quiet drive more