the wall stands firm, stone on stone.
And all these people come to put their hands up to the very wall she holds they touch her heart and pray and she stands firm.
The yellow golden light the sun a flame on stone Above the wafts of blue the heavens wrap around her light shines through The people, hands still up, to put their paper notes to cry to yearn and hope for days of peace. They pray their fervent hopes for safety freedom fellowship for closeness goodness gladness for love and home.
And as her presence fills the air the people come to know these words mean something deeper and also something sweeter and also something richer and also something stronger that lives inside their mouths or in their hands or hearts there is a strength, a firmness a simple resoluteness that will not let them go and if they are away there’ s still this place
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