burning brighteach a candle in the night...what secrets are their to findhidden in Al-Aqsa mind...Torah's yokeorwooden crossiron nailsandsilver's dros..
somewherea manwalksacross the roomjust tobanghisheadagainst thedoorand liestherecondemnednakedandshiveringon the floorbrickbybrickbuild that staircase..
is itthehourortheage?knowall thingspasstime turnsitspagelikethe worksofOzymandiasnothing besidewillremainit's the calendar that sneers in cold command..
give meyourtiredyour pooryour huddled masseswordsforgottensomewhere there is a manlyingonthefloordispossessedmisbegottenI can seeI can see very wellth..
the ancient childsohighandwildshe's a girlwholivesinspringI'm ajunkmanwhocansingselling by the poundgarden soilwithagrinwhileshe livesin summer'sshine..