I was in Jerusalem
Some miles from a town where you vacationed
I had to be at the wailing wall
For a personal matter, a grievance
God spoke to me there, demanding my devotion
That I promised you
God has vowed to me what most wished for
But no mention of you
God has warned eternity in hell for me
But regretting not having you is harder
God said he created us beautifully
All I see is my ugliness
And sprinkled in you are my given senses
God has miracles, but only if he believes
Only if he's fair
A balance of your fulfilling beauty
My old age, my saturated ugliness, a symmetry of art
God said I'm free, but I'm singled out, incomplete
I'm the weakened one, created for your leisure
Debating God the subject of you
I ruptured defending you for me
Our wishes and demands colliding
I'm not sacrificing anything
I'm walking away from a stalemate
Taking my chances with you
We'll talk about how to save me
A rescue or rebirth
Not at the wailing wall in Jerusalem
But at the redemption wall of your heart
Somewhere in L.A.