As I sit here on the cold stone floor,
I look up at a wall so very old.
I think back in time to when it was young,
And it had its brothers together with him.
I can see the four siblings standing tall and proud,
Protecting the house that belongs to the One Above.
Suddenly there is a great tremor,
An army of red has breached the city.
It cries out in horror, as it watches them slaughter his three brothers,
And sets the house it swore to protect ablaze.
They attack him from behind,
But he stands tall over them all.
He refuses to bend, to give in,
He will complete his mission or die trying.
He will stand proud for the test of time,
Giving hope to his nation in exile.
As the smoke clears he sees in disbelief,
The remains of his beloved brothers.
He promises the sages that he will not let them die in vain,
He will be right here, waiting for the new Temple to be built.
He swears to hasten the Redemption,
By bring all of our tears straight to G-d.
He will be our middleman,
And deliver our heart’s pleas.
I slowly come back to the present,
And I rise from the ground.
I walk over to the Wall,
And take it in a loving embrace.
I softly whisper that I know how you feel,
For I too have lost a loved one.
And we both will get ours back,
When the Redemption does come.
So stand proud for just a bit longer,
The time is almost ripe.
Together I will stand with you,
Helping you as you help me.
I slowly back away,
From this wall of faith.
I know that soon we will smile together,
As Moshiach reunites us with our loved ones.
