and all you had were cries but you still did choose life you might just rebuild from the one thing that stayed. That in your heart, a wall.
Daughter Jerusalem Her long black hair sways through darkest skies, and wrapped around her, silk, and parchment. Some say her heart is hard She has a heart of stone It is a wall of stone This is not a good girl’ s heart.
But what is goodness if you’ re asked to submit though you know truth is firm: You must protect yourself. You must defend yourself. You have not just the right, the obligation. It is your very purpose.
She held a Temple once a dwelling home where God and people
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