Remember me.

She doesn't know God the way her forefathers did, but some nights as she lies beneath a canopy of stars, entirely in awe of the universe, she imagines them years into the past, children beloved and unforsaken, living as free men blessed with milk and honey, wine and wheat and desert figs, flocks under their hand, unconquerable by enemies, God's hand warm like eternal sunshine on their spirits, all the world their inheritance.

She pulls wisps from those dreams, inscribe on her skin, and turns them to words like a forgotten prayer under her breath, a catalog of wishes.

Remember me, remember me, remember me, and deliver my people.

River, O River flow gently for me
this precious cargo you bear
deliver him somewhere
where he can live free
and River, deliver him back

- River Lullaby, Prince of Egypt OST