Land of JerusalemSo many hills and valleysAnd ups and downWhen you want to get around It can be dizzying when youYou just want to goDown the street to town Some of the hills are steepSome are deepSome streets so tight you have to creep But there’s always a depressionAnd if you stay on the road …
Each man is created in His imageAnd no one can ever take that awayNot even himself if he tries to destroy his visageFor it’s woven in his being destined to always stay He can stain or contradict itHe can break or bury itHe can hate or afflict it But it remains there in full measureWaiting …
So many different packages Some are lavishBut are heavySo they are easy to damage Some are simpleBut they are lightSo they carry that advantage Some seem averageBut they are reliableSo they withstand any passage Some are just ravagedBut if you look closelyAll they need is a bandage Some look bulkyBut if you wantYou can surely …
Blood does not create loveBut love creates blood Blood can only accentuate love in the heartBut it can never create it from the very start So it is not blood that makes two brothersOnly love can bind a soul to another Family is not defined by a similar faceNor if they come from the same …
When I leaveBreatheBelieveThis is not the last ofYou and me Just a temporary SeparationUntil we spend eternityEternity – a long time you seeSo enjoy this break you’re freeBecause the next time there is me and theeThere’s no getting rid of me So this is my last pleaI have to say goodbyeFor that I’m sorryBut please …
Would you love me if I’m lovelessWhen my entire life is a complete mess Would you love me if I’m lovelessWhen I wear you out and give you no rest Would you love me if I’m lovelessWhen I have become your ultimate test You ask meSo I have to confess I find you to be …
I’m in a dreamAnd it feels real in the extreme I’m on a mountainThat shoots up like a fountain I look up highAnd the limit is the sky I look downAnd like a bottomless wellIt reaches all the way to hell The next thing I knowI begin to slip below But I am too tired …
If there is a place called truthIt’s called a SukkahWhere we live in a booth The walls are flimsyAnd you have leaves as a roof You see through and throughNot just to the starsBut to the essence of you Who are you?You are not white or blackNor tan, brown, or blueYou are not the image …