Jerusalem Sings - Poem by david gerardino
drops of dew tough the wind, their bearing their torches again, im in the spot light with some gassamer clouds, and my angels wait to run that extra mile.JERUSALEM sings, JERUSALEM smiles, JERUSALEM cries like a sad child.now the preachers sound just like thunder, they want their due even if they cant walk on water, me, i just turn the other way.JERUSALEM sings, JERUSALEM smiles, JERUSALEM cries just like a sad child.
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