These sorrows are greater than death Too much for me to bear I will go home, back to homelessness These terrorists grew six fingers To pull the trigger faster Six-fingered Hamas Killed my wife, our two daughters The three of them held each other tight While I was taken hostage You may say destiny is uncertain I have to exist as the last In a dark tunnel, darkness beat me for years Yet I knew Yahel, Noiya and Lianne were waiting for me
February 8, 2025, Afternoon 「There’s no solace, only the tears of alum」
