Borders shift like sand,
kingdoms rise and fall,
Lebanon once held by Crusader Germans,
Germany once walked by Jews
before exile carved their path.
History is a wheel of taking,
a cycle of claim and loss,
but the land remembers every step,
every tongue,
every prayer whispered in its stones.
No soil belongs forever,
only to those who pass,
yet the ghosts of the past still speak,
naming what was once theirs.