The city of saints weren't created over night
The feeling of pain won't stand in silence
These walls only hold secrets
Maintaining greatness
Forgiveness
Hope
It ain't a sin having faith in this situation
My trembling hands
Kneel in your presents
I say a prayer
I light a candle
For every time I think you left me
I watch the flame burn inside
And I start to realize
The reality of hate takes revenge on its elders
And wonderers roam
(c) Copyright 2012 - Esther Douek. All rights reserved
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