Why hide if one can be seen?
Why run if one can fight?
Why kneel  if one can stand with a head held high?
Why surrender if one still has strength?
Why cry if one can still smile?
Because struggle comes before one overcomes the obstacle.

O Yirushalime!

How beautiful are your white buildings,
How great are your walls,

The city that has a person from every part of the world,
The city that every person cares, loves, and claims;
The city every person feels a connection to.

O Jerusalem the eternal city!

A person that knows who you truly are.
How can one define a term such as a ‘true friend’?
What does it mean to have a true friend?
People cheat, lie, and betray thus my true friend could do the same
Does a friend always stand at my side and hold me up?
Will that one true friend truly listen to my every petition?
People make mistakes and fail to meet expectations.
Will this true friend help heal the scars in my heart?
Will this friend be willing to fix me when I am broken?
A person is human and does not comprehend every one of your needs.
But I can say that a true friend is one that sits beside you;
Even when he cannot understand you.
He may commit mistakes but is not afraid to apologize,
That has a genuine desire to hear your broken soul and work through it with you;
Rejoices when he hears about your exploits and adventures;
Laughs when you fall but gives you a hand to get back on your feet,
That plots and plans with you how to conquer another guy’s heart,
And most important than all will forgive you when you hurt him.
That is how I know who is My True Friend.

I, myself prohibit
myself to reveal our secret,
to say your full name,
or even write it when I write.
A prisoner of you I am,
Searching in the shadows the caverns of my agony.
When I invoke you when I am alone,
In the dark rock I touch your impassible company.