He stands at the Wall made of stone

With a wall in his heart of his own

And the wailing beside him seems foreign and strange

Like he’s missing what they somehow know

All the soldiers bear tears in their eyes

Only he feels no reason for cries

Yet the wailing inside him pours out like a stream

For connection he can’t recognize

I don’t know what they all feel, but it’s real

But somehow, I’m distanced and not yet a part

I don’t know when I will know why they cry

Now I mourn for this void in my heart

I don’t know why my eyes fill, but still

They spill from a place that I wish I could reach

I don’t know when I will know why I cry

But until then, I blindly beseech

When a Nation so beaten - is dry

Too broken, too distanced to cry

And each heart is so parched that each crevice runs deep

As the years flee, we battle to try

But the ache of two thousand lost years

Cannot strip us, a Nation who cares

Of the wailing inside us that pours like a stream

Of our flame, of our longing and tears

I don’t know why my heart’s cold, but I’m told

Of a world that I lack and should be yearning for

I don’t know when I will know why I weep

For that world that is not yet restored

אני בוכה על אשר אני לא בוכה…

How I mourn for this void in my heart!

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I don’t know why my eyes fill, but still

They spill from a place that I wish I could reach

I don’t know when I will know why we cry

But until then, I blindly beseech

I don’t know why my heart’s cold, but I’m told

Of a world that I lack and should be yearning for

I don’t know when I will know why we weep

For that world that is not yet restored