Here is good, yes? We are one, yes?
Of course we want Moshiach / We have waited so many years / But how does one express this? / How should one show he cares?
I humbly forge on
While matza crumbs dance / across the crisp table-cloth
Of course it’s possible I’m crazy. / It’s also possible that sanity / Is what is killing us.
My dreams – strangled, my hopes – trampled / ensnared in shadows.
where sorrows were not wept
secrets were not kept-
So if you merit to parent a challenging child / Do not despair if his nature seems wild.
Oh, to build glorious bridges
How can I refuse to act / when their existence hangs / like an autumn leaf on an oak?