We are beating our heads
On the Wailing Wall,
We are beating our heads
xxand we can't hear the call
xxxxxxxxxxof the sea.
xxxxxxxxxxxxIt is free
Of the structures that bind us
Of the past that is dead,
And like surfers who ride on it's crest
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwe are lead
xxxxxxby the swirling of motion
xxxxxxand surges of flight
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxover the wall
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxinto the Light.