A child is born in Lebanon, son to a mother so strong

A child is born in Lebanon, the face of an artist so young

Shattered the Earth with a word

Wisdom it longs to be heard

Traveled the world to leave us faith in life in love


Oh won't you fight for us

Oh won't you write for us


A child was born in Lebanon, plagued by a torture of his own

A child is born to save the worn, praise our prophet in his storm


Won't you fight for us

Won't you write for us


In the corners of the world, there are traces. 

Under stones yet overturned, there are faces who still see 

Who are hopeful, who believe, and they say... 


Won't you fight for us 

Won't you write for us...