Zion:The newborn.
Dripping in blood and blinded
Feeling for first time to its skin
A breeze, both warm and chill
Shadows, its tears are omens.
Here at the ruins of Zion, lays
A newborn child
The world, that opens up ahead, those
Pecan trees, will witness it exist
Flat hills, sunflower beds
The Salted seas, will welcome it again.
Here at the stones of Zion, cries
A newborn child
In favor of the newborn child
The sun will smile, and so will I
In favor of the newborn life
The man will die, and so am I
Here at the stones of Zion, plays
A newborn child.
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