The New Jerusalem
Masked:
Same faces, different places
Races, traces
Divided by streets, states, oceans
Alone, yet in unison
A memory:
I long for yesterday
I long to be as the butterflies
Moving swiftly through the morning breeze
I long to hold your hands
While swaying through the forest trees
A hope:
I hope and pray that we
As the human race are
able to unite in prayer
Have no fear but believe
That this too shall pass
I long for a miracle
I long for a better tomorrow
I long for The New Jerusalem