A Poem About the Coming of Moshiach, by Anonymous
Going, Coming, Stopping, Running. Crowds make way, For there comes
Going, Coming, Stopping, Running. Crowds make way, For there comes
Secrets under lock and key Deep, dark Staring at me
Receiving a map X marks the spot To find a
"Every single thing that a person sees or hears, is
I see the winds of love Passing by Along with
Shabbos has ended The stars have come out tonight Until
The bond of two Joint together Sometimes true Sometimes not
I face two roads One blessing One curse I must
This song/poem was made in honor of my eighth-grade graduation
There will come a time, when all is right: Moshiach.