there is a valley where the tree stand tall and an icy wind blows trees don t speak but they speak to each other of the people long ago when the soldiers came and took away the villages one by one and the fury of that moment they felt but could only silently look above there is a mountainside where sheep are grazing with their young sheep don t speak but they speak to each other of a killing long ago when the people came and sacrificed their children to the sun and the fury of the moment they felt but could only silently look above there is a hill near jerusalem that wild flowers grow upon flowers don t speak but they speak to each other of a crucifixion just because he said he was the son of god and the fury of the moment they felt they could only silently look upon every city bar brawl every fist fight every bullet from a gun it s written upon the palms of the holy one every city bar brawl every fist fight every bullet from a gun it s written in the palms in the palms of the holy one