[Verse 1] They came like thunder in the valley, Smoke and silence in the air— Homes undone, names unspoken, But we are not buried there. The fig tree still remembers Where the prophets used to stand, And blood cries out from stones beneath, Not for vengeance—but for hands. [Chorus] We rise from ashes, not the end— The fire won’t steal what love has penned. O children of the fractured land, You are held in heaven’s hand. Hope may tremble, But it stands. [Verse 2] A whisper winds through Suwayda hills, Where warriors walk with grief. The church bell sings in shattered towns, A hymn of bold belief. No power can crush the holy breath That moves through broken clay— The martyr’s song is not for death, It lives to light the way. [Chorus] We rise from ashes, not the end— The fire won’t steal what love has penned. O children of the fractured land, You are held in heaven’s hand. Hope may tremble, But it stands. [Bridge] Tell the stars we’re not afraid— God still walks the night parade. Even now, amid the dust, There’s a river made of trust. [Outro] We are the echo in the flame, Calling every soul by name. Hope is not a fragile thread— It’s the breath the angels spread. Ashes, Not the end.
