Two Branches, One Root: Finding Unity in Israel and Palestine My heart's lament.... (Verse 1) From ancient hills where olive trees do sway, A mingled tear descends this very day. For daughters weep and sons in sorrow stand, Upon the soil they both call motherland. Two branches sprung from roots entwined as one, Now shadows fall where golden light once shone. (Verse 2) Oh, bitter winds of discord, how ye blow, And seeds of anger in young hearts do sow. Misspoken words, like arrows, find their mark, Leaving a scar within the spirit's dark. Yet in the quiet whispers of the breeze, A longing stirs for moments of such ease. (Verse 3) Remembered tales of kinship, hand in hand, Across the valleys of this sacred land. The shared delight of harvest, sun, and rain, Before the echoes of such bitter pain. Can memory's soft light no longer gleam? Awaken hearts from this relentless dream. (Verse 4) Like David sang of pe...