With the rising sun on her wedding daynshe raised her eyes to the heaven nand she thanked Hashem for the man of truth nwith whom she would build a nation.nnbut when nighttime came ndestiny betrayedna veil concealing anothernyet a sisters shame nnot her shattered dreams ntook hold of her heart and her sensesnnMama Rochel cry for us againnwont you shed a tear for your dear childrennif you raise your sweet vioce now as thennthe day will comennin a raod side grave she was laid to restnin solitude forever onbut her gave hope to the broken heartsnof her daughters and sons bound fro exilennwhen her plaintive cry ngained divine consent na challenge to her makernCan the mercy of mare flesh and blood nrun deeper then yours, our creator?nnchorusnnnow your voice is still nas you heed the call nof meni kolech mebechinits our fathers will he who made us allndare we ask of you to defy himnnyet a frightend child nnumb from pain and griefnremains forlorn and uncertain nclinging to the faith nthat he can be heard nas he crys out to his mothernnchorus