A Temple wall, Old and grey,
Where Jewish People go to pray.
The remains of once a building tall,
Whose fame was known over all.
Huge blocks of stone that tell the tale,
Of the many peoples of Israel.
Here they gather one with another,
Fathers, Sons, Uncles, Brothers.
Sharing a faith that truly cements,
The twelve tribes with all their laments.
For this is called the wailing wall,
He above will hear their call.
Soon there must surely rise,
Another Temple high in the skies.
A triumph for the Jewish race,
To rebuild such a holy place.
Where worship without hidious fear,
Shall make to the whole world clear.
That Pogroms, Holocaust, Have no place,
For the Peoples of the Jewish Race.