Aish Tamid

Air intermingling ringing with the singing of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters Catastrophe struck the sound stuck Disaster plastered The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing, in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling, Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing. Chorus Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious