Oh my father! Why they deprive me from you.They had arrested you before I kiss you, only one kiss.Even before to wipe my mother’s tears.Oh, my occupied childhood!!I am a flower of Palestine.Number of my identity is seventy thousand.I have not seen you since rising the sun.Feast follows other feast.And you  still standing behind iron bars.Oh,Hey. ..you kissing your sons every morning.I want my father back,  I want my father back.

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