The Minefield

Beyond the boundaries of the city’s walls

Stand our enemies waiting for our fall

They’ve breached our borders but have yet to reach

The inner strengths of us all.

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When we falter,

The enemy gains.

They can take over

When we lose our faith.

At times we forget where to put our strength,

And then we lie in a sorry mess,

Lost to our enemies’ success.

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Our civilians are soldiers,

Fighting each day

For survival on the minefield of daily life.

With the streets as the battlefield

And their homes as their base,

On the strength of their hope they do fight.

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Beyond the boundaries of what we hold dear,

Our enemies are advancing near.

They know the footholds but their hands lose their grasp.

When our faces turn upward,

Our victory rides fast.

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When we gain ground,

The skies are alight.

When we take over,

They lose the fight.

Our strength lies not in manpower

Or the horse’s flanks.

But when in G-d we rest,

We will find success.

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Our civilians are soldiers,

Fighting each day

For survival on the minefield of daily life.

With the streets as the battlefield

And their homes as their base,

On the strength of their hope they do fight.

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And they’ll soon lay their weapons by the seabed

And soon the struggles will cease

They’ve pulled through the hard

And now it will seem easy

To break through the enemies’ siege

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We faltered, we lost our grip.

We stumbled, we learned how to trip.

Oppressor’s persevered,

We began to fall,

Until we heeded a Higher Being’s call.

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Our civilians are soldiers,

Fighting each day

For survival on the minefield of daily life.

With the streets as the battlefield

And their homes as their base,

On the strength of their hope they do fight.