We're in Jerusalem where it all began,
The sun hasn't risen in four days, and it's so cold.
The steets are covered in snakes darker than shadows,
emptied with blood and fear.
Yet, below the sky, under your voice,
behind the red fires of your heart.
I pray that we might stay alive, you and I.
I know He is coming soon,
I know.
Yet, I believe like a worm I can fly into the night and visit where
we grew up, where we held hands in grandma's yard
for a very long time
before the light grew dark.
My heart is blasted with pain ,
our home is covered in snowand rocks,
My hands burn cold, I feel if we kiss we will light the moon on fire.
So I pray with my heart and my hands,
and I give you my warmth and breath,
the rushing rivers of my prayers.
Don't be afraid,
He is coming soon,
His light will be like that of thjousand colors
spreading their beauty, as it burns the sky
and heals the world.
And like a butterfly we'll be set free.
