A Coffin for the Bride
By Thomas Brunot
In memory of Sahar Fares - Click here to read more about her story
For the land that stretches from the hills to the sea
There were many who thought that heaven it might be
Mesmerized by her calm and her majesty
And the echo of the wind singing for the Tree
I remember you well dancing along the street
Of an ancient city where we happened to meet
You were then someone else and I was not the one
I remember the wine, but Time alas has won.
There were Greeks, there were Turks, there were Druze, there were Jews
Now there are only those who simply did not choose
They learned under the bombs they have nothing to lose
They never ever try to make it an excuse.
And there is Her so young, so fragile and so brave
Like angels who cross hell in search of souls to save
She called across the flames the man she loved so well
But the gods of the sea could not undo the spell.
For those flames were the kind that sleep in the shadow
They waited on the shore for their forces to grow
And when the smoke rises it’s already too late
Nero is on the hill laughing at people’s fate.
They were told all those years that they could rise again
The wounded need to eat in order to gain strength
All the wheat is now gone, the blast was mighty strong
Afterall, in these lands, to whom does wheat belong?
A year it should have passed as she saved for her dress,
She would walk down the aisle, feel her husband’s caress,
But can you have regrets when you have lost all hope?
When all a nation hangs by the strand of a rope.
Do not forget her smile, the color of her eyes,
Do not forget the words she whispers through the tides,
But do not forgive those hiding on either side
Who have built with their lies a coffin for the Bride .