Will you outrun the missile,
make it to the shelter in time?
Text me now, text me later,
just wanna hear you say, I’m fine.

The siren alert makes my heart race
and I’m 7 hours so far away,
but holding you in that space,
whispering Shema Yisrael.

No worries about some future war
cause here it is, you’re in that war,
killer drones headed your way and
you’re just a kid racing against time.

No one there to say, you’re ok,
but high and far above, take comfort in
the flock of jets and brave lady pilots
flying strong, prepared and ready.

Wake up, dear child,
keep running to safety,
this land, your soul, our story
it’s all worth protecting.

3.6.26