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 everyone 
To stand before the eyes of God 
And speak what was done