In the Alleys of Jerusalem

In the alleys of Jerusalem, 
Looking for myself, 
Two Hasids walking by, 
With their own stories to tell.

In the valleys of Los Angeles, 
Where the heat keeps beating down, 
A city made for make believe, 
And wearing candy crowns. 

In the forests of the sacred north, 
Surrounded by the trees, 
No sounds around but falling leaves, 
In their silent harmony. 

In the concrete cave that is New York, 
Beneath the lantern lights,
Looking for someone else, 
To guide me through the night. 

In the rivers of the falling rain, 
That gather on this window, 
Molecules that dance and play,
Every way the wind blows. 

Maybe I’m just like them, 
A raindrop in the storm, 
Drifting now from place to place, 
And seeking some place warm. 

In the alleys of Jerusalem, 
Looking for myself,
I ask the stones which way to go, 
But no, they never tell.  

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Spread Love, Spread Light,

Am Yisrael Chai