Silent Eyes
Watching
Jerusalem
Making her bed of stones Silent Eyes
No One will comfort her
Jerusalem
Weeps alone She is sorrow
Sorrow
She burns like a flame
And she calls my name Silent Eyes
Burning
In the desert sun
Halfway to Jerusalem
And we shall all be called as witnesses
Each and every one
To stand before the eyes of God
And speak what was done.
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