On Shabbat's dawn, the sun rose slow,
A day of peace, but pain did grow,
In Israel's heart, a silent plea,
Where shadows cast a tragic sea.
October's morn, the air was still,
Yet hearts were seized by sorrow's chill,
A sudden storm, a violent tear,
Broke the calm, a fierce despair.
The land that breathes in ancient tales,
Now whispered cries in mournful wails,
For on this day, the sacred breached,
A lesson taught, but never preached.
Families torn, their homes now marred,
By violence, pain, and spirits scarred,
The morning light, so quickly dimmed,
By acts of hate, humanity trimmed.
Yet in the ashes, hope remains,
In every heart that bears the pains,
A prayer for peace, for love to reign,
To heal the wounds, to ease the strain.
For even in the darkest night,
A spark can grow, a beacon bright,
To guide us through the fiercest storm,
And bring us back to what is warm.
In memory, we hold the lost,
Their legacy, the sacred cost,
And vow to build a world anew,
Where Shabbat's peace forever grew.
Hareli Dudaei - October 7th ballad Lyrics
Hareli Dudaei - October 7th ballad Lyrics
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On Shabbat's dawn, the sun rose slow,
A day of peace, but pain did grow,
In Israel's heart, a silent plea,
Where shadows cast a tragic sea.
October's morn, the air was still,
Yet hearts were seized by sorrow's chill,
A sudden storm, a violent tear,
Broke the calm, a fierce despair.
The land that breathes in ancient tales,
Now whispered cries in mournful wails,
For on this day, the sacred breached,
A lesson taught, but never preached.
Families torn, their homes now marred,
By violence, pain, and spirits scarred,
The morning light, so quickly dimmed,
By acts of hate, humanity trimmed.
Yet in the ashes, hope remains,
In every heart that bears the pains,
A prayer for peace, for love to reign,
To heal the wounds, to ease the strain.
For even in the darkest night,
A spark can grow, a beacon bright,
To guide us through the fiercest storm,
And bring us back to what is warm.
In memory, we hold the lost,
Their legacy, the sacred cost,
And vow to build a world anew,
Where Shabbat's peace forever grew.
A day of peace, but pain did grow,
In Israel's heart, a silent plea,
Where shadows cast a tragic sea.
October's morn, the air was still,
Yet hearts were seized by sorrow's chill,
A sudden storm, a violent tear,
Broke the calm, a fierce despair.
The land that breathes in ancient tales,
Now whispered cries in mournful wails,
For on this day, the sacred breached,
A lesson taught, but never preached.
Families torn, their homes now marred,
By violence, pain, and spirits scarred,
The morning light, so quickly dimmed,
By acts of hate, humanity trimmed.
Yet in the ashes, hope remains,
In every heart that bears the pains,
A prayer for peace, for love to reign,
To heal the wounds, to ease the strain.
For even in the darkest night,
A spark can grow, a beacon bright,
To guide us through the fiercest storm,
And bring us back to what is warm.
In memory, we hold the lost,
Their legacy, the sacred cost,
And vow to build a world anew,
Where Shabbat's peace forever grew.
Writer: Hareli Dudaei
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid