I walk and touch the dust of the ground I love. Long ago my life was here, Long ago I was someone. My family left, my friends left, my enemy got closer. Sometimes I feel I am quite alone facing the misery and hurt. Blood seeps around me, from bodies of people I previously knew. Oh how I wish I can once more breathe the fresh air of the free country. But alas, Jerusalem, they have taken you. And I am here crying, moaning, hurt and fighting for you. Holy land, fight with me, hold still.. And we will be your salvation You call out for me , and I try my best. I did promise to retain my dignity, But am struggling. I fear I may not be able to stand strong, I may not be able to fight longer. I am an individual in the despair of the wrought irons on my hands, War. So would you hold on just a bit logner, until I am strong enough to break down walls. To stop tears, and erase fear. Until I am worthy of your protection I will protect you. And one day you will stand proud once again, Hollering to a...