Jerusalem, the heart

Eighteen times, built and destroyed

imagine the damage 

I have only once built 

one sandcastle then jumped on it 

imagine, seven doors 

open then another six waiting for Judgment Day

I have only once waited

for a letter of your judgment, never arriving 

imagine a bullet-hole in a metal door

marking the wars on the land

I have seen a war rage inside of me
on the seven doors of the city, where I walk and weep every day.