Your soul, where's your soul Jerusalem, my city of old ...Where is your shining light? Your global vision falls I see your tears at night are running down your walls Still stories that you hold are echoing in your halls Your soul, where's your soul Jerusalem, my city of old To the rock of the dome They closed the gates and doors At the church of the tomb were pilgrims stopped by force Your soul, where's your soul Jerusalem, my city of old I pray that love may come To cool the burning coal That fills your bleeding heart and haunts your sleepless soul My city of old The world is your land Your walls may be high Your space will still expand