Here are two versions of a song I created with AI assistance and human input about Hind Rajab (2018-2024): Butterfly in the Dust – A Song for Hind Rajab. There are links to some related articles in the description.

We will never forget.

Version 1

Version 2

Butterfly in the Dust – A Song for Hind Rajab

(Verse 1)
In the streets of Tel al-Hawa, a little voice so brave,
Five years old with wings of hope, in a world that’s come unmade.
She whispered into static lines, “I’m scared, please come for me,”
A tiny heart, a trembling soul, beneath an endless sea.

(Pre-Chorus)
The sun fell low, the tanks lay near,
Her courage shone despite her fear.

(Chorus)
Butterfly in the dust, you called into the dark,
Your voice a flame, your tiny song — a world could not unhear.
Butterfly in the dust, your name carved into wind,
We sing for you, lift every heart, ‘til war’s last cry rescinds.

(Verse 2)
Her family gone beside her still, their shadows by her side,
She stayed upon that final call while hope and fear collide.
Paramedics raced through firelight, their courage like a flame,
But guns fell silent on their dreams — and none came home again.

(Pre-Chorus)
In static lines they heard her plea,
“Come get me now,” so brave yet weak.

(Chorus)
Butterfly in the dust, you called into the dark,
Your voice a flame, your tiny song — a world could not unhear.
Butterfly in the dust, your name carved into wind,
We sing for you, lift every heart, ‘til peace at last begins.

(Bridge)
Hold her laughter in your chest,
Hold her story like a crest,
A million stars can’t shine as bright
As one small voice that fought the night.

(Chorus – Soft)
Butterfly in the dust, your wings were never wrong,
A lullaby of bravery, a truth held in our song.

(Final Chorus – Strong)
Butterfly in the dust, your voice still lights the dark,
Your story stirs the world’s own heart, your courage left its mark.
Butterfly in the dust, your memory won’t relent,
In every whispered longing cry — we sing for what you meant.

(Outro)
Fly, little one, beyond the guns,
Fly, where wonder never shuns.
Butterfly forever free —
In our hearts, in our plea.