Jerusalem

Oh Ancient city standing there
Looking at us with a longing stare
We've not forgotten you, how could we?
Our forefathers praying would turn to thee

The city of the prophets, such blessed ground
Four billion souls to you are bound
Martyrs blood through you, runs knee deep
Their wives and daughters eternally weep

Has there ever been a city through more war?
There'll be additional to come, of that I'm sure
But you are ours, let there be no dispute
Whosoever else claims you, we shall refute

There's Makkah, Madinah and you are the third
We'll be sure to hold true to our word
You and Al-Aqsa, just hold tight
Your salvation is well within sight




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