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“Who Am I” is a song whose lyrics and music were written by Rima Nasir Tarazi. It is also part of Ila Mata (Until When), a CD that was produced by the Edward Said National Conservatory of Music in October 2006 and sung by Tania Tamari Nasir.
WHO AM I?
Who am I but a speck of dust, a drop of water and a gentle breeze?
Without me there is no being, there is no life
Listless am I as I hear a weeping child, a wailing mother
Listless am I as I hear the desperate cries of youth, the burdened moaning of the old
Helpless am I as I watch my children tortured, my people driven away
Helpless am I as I watch the growing thorns and the walls towering high
Why am I listless?
Why am I helpless?
Is it because I am but a speck of dust, a handful of earth, a breath of air, a flash of light, a gentle breeze, a moment of eternity?
Yet stormy winds are but of gentle breezes formed
Soaring waves are but of drops of water made and
the burning sun is but of glimmering flashes shaped
Yet I am, but one breeze amongst those gentle breezes, one drop of water within those soaring waves and one flashing ray of light amongst so many others
Thus able and strong I shall be, listless, helpless no more
Who am I but a speck of dust, a drop of water and a gentle breeze?
Without me there is no being, there is no life
Listless am I as I hear a weeping child, a wailing mother
Listless am I as I hear the desperate cries of youth, the burdened moaning of the old
Helpless am I as I watch my children tortured, my people driven away
Helpless am I as I watch the growing thorns and the walls towering high
Why am I listless?
Why am I helpless?
Is it because I am but a speck of dust, a handful of earth, a breath of air, a flash of light, a gentle breeze, a moment of eternity?
Yet stormy winds are but of gentle breezes formed
Soaring waves are but of drops of water made and
the burning sun is but of glimmering flashes shaped
Yet I am, but one breeze amongst those gentle breezes, one drop of water within those soaring waves and one flashing ray of light amongst so many others
Thus able and strong I shall be, listless, helpless no more
Who am I but a speck of dust, a drop of water and a gentle breeze?
Without me there is no being, there is no life
Listless am I as I hear a weeping child, a wailing mother
Listless am I as I hear the desperate cries of youth, the burdened moaning of the old
Helpless am I as I watch my children tortured, my people driven away
Helpless am I as I watch the growing thorns and the walls towering high
Why am I listless?
Why am I helpless?
Is it because I am but a speck of dust, a handful of earth, a breath of air, a flash of light, a gentle breeze, a moment of eternity?
Yet stormy winds are but of gentle breezes formed
Soaring waves are but of drops of water made and
the burning sun is but of glimmering flashes shaped
Yet I am, but one breeze amongst those gentle breezes, one drop of water within those soaring waves and one flashing ray of light amongst so many others
Thus able and strong I shall be, listless, helpless no more
From:
This Week in Palestine
"The Last Word" by Sani Meo
February 2008
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