16, 16, 19.
They are just kids.
They know only love.
Their world is a ball- soccer, tennis, basketball.
Naftali is 16 and American.
In the U.S. people sit in a park, with candles, waiting for him.
Kids need to play.
We are their parents.
Let them come home.
Let us feed them. They need warm clothes.
They have to finish school, sleep on time.
Eyal is 19.
Gilad is 16.
They want to explore, help, heal.
Their chairs are empty tonight.
Their younger brothers and sisters are crying.
Can you hear their cries? Can you feel our tears?
We want to see them marry, to see their children.
Let them come home.
Burn my flag.
Deny me the land.
Fight for Jerusalem.
But let my children come home.
I want to hug them good night.