A midnight voyage on the caravan highway
Guided by the moonlight along a secret path between twisting hills
I heard the inviting beats of the midnight skies serenading
Hints of perfume vapored from the grounds below
It leads us to the lands of Judea and Samaria
The domains of my muse
Historical figures on papyrus morphed into life
A blood contract exclusive member only
So the spirits of martyrs were invited to come home
And they're here, to witness the coronation
The epitome of womanhood
As for the greatest to bow to the picture-perfect
And I remembered
I remembered how my adoration expanded over time
Mangled in the tales of my life
The ritual echoing, becoming louder
Draining any doubt on this pilgrimage
Recycled into a desire to serve
So, soon I'll be the sacrificed part of the ceremony
My dedication exceeded religious needs
My death rests on a verdict
And resurrection rests on a command
To be carpet beneath, sky above
Biting the dust for the flag
Freeing everything in between for the smile
For Laly, the silent heartbeat of Judea and Samaria
Words & glances never deceived if chosen as make-believe
But the mind creates more than two meanings
Echoing through-out mankind
The cradle of every holy want
With the sword, with the word, with the pen
In every epic tragedy or victory, it's there somewhere
Like the jesters from eyes, the misspelled promises
And the lost letters
A passenger in a caravan of souls
On my way to pledge allegiance
To redeem the missing link
Traveling east back home
To the dominions of my muse, laly
The silent heartbeat of Judea and Samaria