"Ima, Imaaa!" you wail,
"Where are you, where have you gone?"
Where's the only one who can comfort you,
A mother to her son?

"Ima, Imaaa!" you whimper,
"Just show me where you are!
Embrace me once more with your loving smile,
Take me home, don't leave me far!"

"Ima Imaaa!" you holler,
Your cries more desperate than before,
"I'm sick and tired of hide n' seek,
Just open up the door!"

Moishe'le I wish I could explain it to you,
Peer down into your pure, innocent eyes,
Give you clarity, give you reason,
Calm your bitter, heart wrenching cries.

I wish I could explain to you,
Why things happen as they do,
Why the world is run the way it is,
Why evil prevailed while goodness withdrew.

I wish I could explain to you,
What goes on in G‑d's mind,
Why your parents fell in a puddle of blood,
Leaving you, and your shattered life behind.

I wish I could explain to you,
Why a nation burns in senseless hate,
Why our shaken prayers and acts of kindness,
Couldn't break the clouds of certain fate.

I wish I could explain to you,
Why your parents' glowing light had to extinguish,
Why they were shot amidst their holy mission,
Why you now live in deep pain and anguish.

But Moishe'le precious child,
How could I ever explain,
If all those questions retain their question marks,
With no answers to soothe the pain.

I wish I could explain it to you,
But I can never explain it clear,
Because some questions just don't have answers,
That are revealed to us down here.

Moishe'le the only comfort I extend to you,
Is our own wracking, pleading cries,
That mirror your own painful, salty tears,
Bursting through the skies.

"Father, Fatherrr!" we wail,
"Where are You?! Where have You gone?!
You're the only one, who can comfort us,
G‑d to His chosen nation.

"Father, Fatherrr!" we cry,
"Show us where You are!
Embrace us once more with the light of redemption,
Bring us home, don't leave us far!"

"Father, Fatherrr!" we holler,
Our cries more desperate than before,
"We're sick and tired of hide n' seek,
Just open up the door!"