We hear the whip cracking,
Feel the beads of sweat form,
The stench of blood hits us,
Our emotions in storm.

Doom is impending,
Each day borne with dread,
Watch our brethren abused,
And nothing is said.

Our bodies are crushed,
Yet the blows keep on coming,
To our soul and our spirit,
The pains penetrating.

The empty desert echoes,
Our cry to go home.
And from the depths of Egypt
It reaches His throne.

Where is the Almighty?
Does he see our blood stains?
How can he ignore us?
Is he blind to our pains?

The question of why,
I will not try to answer,
I just want to remind you
Bend your knees before jumping higher.

We had to overcome
The lowest of the low,
If we want the highest of the high
To be a place we can go.

From the depths of our soul
Escapes a desperate cry,
That’s when G‑d sees we’re ready
And gives us wings to fly.

So when you hit rock bottom
There’s only one way out,
Put on your climbing shoes
And rejoice with a shout.