To think I used to be a empty beach where people would visit me for a cool breeze or sunrise 

To think i used to have trash wash up on my shore 

To think I was once considered worthless now I’m a diamond in the rough 

To think I wasn’t a main attraction, but now I’m a main event 

To think i was once a beach with the lonesome smell of loneliness 

To think I was once a nameless beach to Tel Aviv

To think people now stop at my shore to walk my hard coarse sand 

To think I was industrialized with roads and buildings 

To think I was once a darkless beach like a candle with no flame 

To think I once watched the sunrise and now I have building blocking my view 

To think people eat my food, live in my buildings, and  watch my sunset

To think I used to believe I would still be inhabited

To think I became top tier and made new friends

To think my sand used to be bottled in a jar so people could say they visited somewhere foreign

To think my fellow brothers and sisters didn’t want to acknowledge me

To think  I still have brothers and sisters out there I don’t know about

To think my name means hill of spring in Hebrew.

To think I was discovered April 11, 1909

To think it was 111 years ago from this day

To think, To think, To think,.