Silent Eyes

Watching

Jerusalem

Make Her Bed Of Stones



Silent Eyes

No One Will Comfort Her

Jerusalem

Weeps Alone



She Is Sorrow

Sorrow

She Burns Like A Flame

And She Calls My Name



Silent Eyes

Burning

In The Desert Sun

Halfway To Jerusalem

And We Shall All Be Called As Witnesses

Each And Every One

To Stand Before The Eyes Of God

And Speak What Was Done