When all hope is lost
and my soul aches,
I look to the east.
and my soul aches,
I look to the east.
But the lights there are not
glowing from our Hanukkiah,
they glow from bombs and fire
glowing from our Hanukkiah,
they glow from bombs and fire
swallowed in misery–
more empty seats at the table,
fewer loved ones in our life.
more empty seats at the table,
fewer loved ones in our life.
We are a people who have seen
struggles, pain and heartbreak–
but never will they take away our light.
struggles, pain and heartbreak–
but never will they take away our light.
With each prayer, with each Shabbat,
with each of the eight nights–
we’ll light our candles on our tables, windowsills, and hearts.
with each of the eight nights–
we’ll light our candles on our tables, windowsills, and hearts.
Our light will never be extinguished.
