Walking the road to Jerusalem.
I met a man who sorrowed and I was undone.
He said "When the night is darkest, every little act of kindness Is like a rising sun".
This world is weary down to its bones.
We will build a white walled city from this primal stone.
We will be together,
I will be your shelter,
And you will be my home.
Am I just a fool to walk this road?
Sometimes it would be so easy just to let it go.
But when I see the eyes of silence
With their stories never told –
What else can I do?
Walking the road to Jerusalem.
I met a man who sorrowed and I was undone.
He said "When the night is darkest, every little act of kindness Is like a rising sun".