| The place lays phased like a warrior slayed
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| Engraved into the space with his sword still raised
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| Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways
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| Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways
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| Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage
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| Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways
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| Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played
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| Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray
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| Where the alter used to be placed inter-changed for bloodstains
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| Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze
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| Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed
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| Aish tamid eternally
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| A fire burns continuously
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| Wondering where you been
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| Won’t you come on home to me?
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| Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact
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| Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked
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| Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact
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| Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact
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| Air intermingling ringing with the singing
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| of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters
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| Catastrophe struck the sound stuck
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| Disaster plastered
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| The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting
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| the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing,
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| in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling,
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| Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing.
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| Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist
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| Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness
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| Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince
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| Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness
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| Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed
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| Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that
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| got skipped
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| Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness
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| Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious
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| Paint the scene so you could see, the city’s picking up speed
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| On a bench 14th street, taxi’s streaming yellow streaks
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| Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
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| Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
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| Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
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| Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
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| My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
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| Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
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| the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye,
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| glistening’listening’to the breeze dancing’through the leaves,
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| freeze, the city move’s in slow motion like a dream
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| I’m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
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| Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
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| Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
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| To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
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| Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin
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| Glim, glim. |
| Glimmering, whispering where ya been
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| From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
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| Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion
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| Wind coming in picking up momentum
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| Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
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| A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
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| ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
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| overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
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| Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
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| to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
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| exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
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| trailblazing through affliction
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| brushing off the branches golden
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| standing strong flames
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| dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing |