The Gift (Matan)

We are much younger now, we're stronger, we are homesick
We are the earth and wind and fire, we are intrinsic
It doesn't matter where we stand
Our eyes are open
We've all the endings in our ears
We've all been stolen.

We are the only ones to say (to stay)
To stand on hilltops
We set alight, we've learned to hear
We watch for shooting stars
The sky is greys and browns and beige
They all wear visors
We have our creed
We have no crown
We're hawks and divers

And when the day is long, is over, is abandoned
We carry on, we call to arms, we do not favour
Because for every fallen heart, we hold a counter
It is our score, our beating drum, it is our failure

And so we walk, we lift, we kneel, we walk on further