Heal to you who never sleep
Heal to you who stay awake and weep
Heal to you who got nobody to go to
Heal to you who's not hopeful
Heal
Heal to the woman who lost a child
She who prayed to recive a son
Who is now sent by hands of crime
And now lie in the silent ground
HEAL! HEAL! HEAL!
To The woman!
This a day she'll never forget
Today the day they lay her child to rest
Here she stand to show respect
To her son who now lie dead
HEAL Heal Heal
I say Heal to the woman
Who now remember the past
That's joyful and full of art
Art of her son
She recalls the image saw
In the screen of a computer
She recalls the joy
When she had imagined his Future
This really her nightmare sorrow
Sob is the woman
Who now cries like a child
Who's pain was internal and now out
She screams to the heavens
For her son's revive
Heal is to you a woman who lost a child
[Israel Xaba: 7 January 2024]