Tytuł: Wailing wall

• Wykonawca: The Bates
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The holy city breathed
   like a dying man
   it moved with hopeful tears
   with the tears of the blind
  
   and on and on as the night drew in
   through broken streets
   that sucked me in
   my feet were bare and cut with stones
   with walking to the promise land
  
   I pushed through crowds
   through seas of payer
   through twisting hands and choking air
   a vulture at the Wailing Wall
   I circled
   Waiting
  
   and on and on as the night drew in
   through broken streets
   that sucked me in
   my feet were bare and cut with stones
   with walking to the promise land