WATER RUNS DRY

Just like the sun set

The dew disappears

We might run to the mountains

Even deny the pains in our heart

Seared, our hearts bleed

But who will protect us from the falling lava?

Another year has passed

Slowly, but gradually

We stretch for the grave

Where the springs change to the valley

Winters turn to summer

And the water runs dry

Who will protect us from our own?          

Our legacies without an heir

No mother to walk junior home

Our fathers play on the street

Our brothers stab another in the chest

Dirty linens we no longer wash in the closet

Our monument we mock

                

We’ve dug the well

We’ve played the tune

We’ve even prayed in the synagogue

But our own heart we dig

Who will dare go against the wind?

Who will rescue us from our own mind?

(w) 07.07.13. 9:50-10:00Am