My broken heart is feeling cold.
The sky is crying grey rain-drops.
I see the City, faced with gold,
And think about vital stops.
My time in life is passing quickly
And years are rushing by so fast.
I know that I'm just a weakling;
I feel the divine force's stress.
My actions...They are not examples.
My thoughts drown in the pall...
This Temple was the best of Temples.
I'm praying at the Western Wall.
Life changes; days turn into seasons.
Life gives a chance to go on.
And I'll have so many reasons
To break all borders-to return.
June 2003