LYRIC
NESHOMA/SOUL- Mordechai Ben David- Soul
A stranger adrift in an unfriendly land
Of mountains, tundras of sand
To enrich and enliven this wasteland is his goal
His name is Neshoma, soul.
From a mountain came a gift of the only true life
Sinai now stands for bloodshed and strife
When rifles fall silent and tanks cease to roll
The victor will then be the soul.
Blackened and charred like a synagogue burned
Lies a tank lifeless and overturned
Four heroes within, snuffed out like a coal
But forever and ever and ever alive is the soul.