There she sat as they traveled across the land, 
To Shilo with bicurim in their hands, 
The pain was so great as she contemplates her fate, 
The other wife, the one without a son. 

Her burden grew heavier each year, 
Her rival's words poisoning the air, 
She thanked the one above that she held Elkana's love 
But it was not nearly enough. 

And so she stood and by the wall she davened 
Praying without speaking the whole time, 
Only her lips moved in silent supplication, 
As her spirit soared reaching the divine. 

She asked Hashem why was I created? 
If not to be the mother of a child? 
Only her lips moved in silent supplication, 
While the cohen watched her all the while. 

As she turned away from emptying her heart, 
Harsh words pierced her very essence, 
This is not the place to pray if you've [bad word] in any way, 
She took the chance and told him of her prayer. 

I'm not [bad word]  Your servant wouldn't dare, 
To stand before the king with head not clear, 
But my soul so full of pain, heartbreak, sorrow and shame 
And I'm begging my creator for a child. 

All I want is a son like any other, 
And I'll consecrate him to serve in God's home, 
This was my prayer, my supplication, 
All I requested as I stood alone, 

He'll live with you in God's very palace, 
As soon as he is ripe to understand, 
This was my prayer, my supplication, 
I am God's vessel stretching out her hand. 

The high priest turned to her and said, 
"May the one above grant you your request" 
And so it was in nine months time, 
Elkana once again stood in line, 
Knowing that with Shmuel he'd been blessed 

Shmuel Hanavi a man above all others, 
The prophet who annointed our first kings, 
He led the nation to so much greatness 
All becasue of his mother's silent scream, 

Until this day our people trek to daven 
To the mountain where he lies in peace, 
And they remember his mother's tefila 
What she asked for and what she received.