From every place
And walk of life
To ease the pain
To mend the strife
Three weeks began
As one had ended
A wound we know
That can’t be mended
And thus we enter
These three weeks
With churban that
So loudly speaks
And yet a world
And even those
Who ridicule
The ones He chose
Stood in silence
Stood in awe
Not believing
What they saw
As day and night
As they streamed in
Grieving, crying
As one kin
Unheard of pain
From total strangers
Misaskim, Shomrim
And arrangers
Of every facet of
Each need
Imparting strength
Our faith, our creed
From tragedy
Does it arise
From mournful tears
And heartfelt cries
They ask You not
Of hows and whys
A secret strength
Indeed belies
And tough veneers
Are just disguise
When Klal Yisroel
Really tries
To say in essence
We are one
That everybody’s
Lost a son
And when the world thinks
We are done
We shine at midnight
Like the sun
Oh Ray of Hope
Look down and see
The way we learn
From tragedy
And grace Your pity
On this nation
Who ask You not
For explication
But bear the pain
Of golus sent
And follow You
Without relent
So cast Your eyes
Be overjoyed
Remember why
It was destroyed
And see the unity
That has emerged
The sinas chinom
Now submerged
And please know that
We shall persist
And not just simply
Coexist
But seize the moment’s
Tragedy
To cry a force
Of unity
And plead, Dear Tatte
Build it now!
Return Our Joy
And hope somehow
For in two weeks
We shan’t no more
Be wailing, sitting
On the floor
But dancing, singing,
Joyfully
Eliyahu…
And Leiby
