The Promised Land
I look forward to that rising tide
The current has never been so low
That we sail in style so calm
Rest deepens without panic
The tweets sweeter than never
The sun brighter than ever
Mr sailor how did you stir on course?
Because i still see us within the radar
The arrow precisely points our destination
It has disproved our dissolution
And reproved our evaluation
Could we have crossed over the red sea
Because what i see now seems magical
Falcons hover randomly above with joy they sing
I thought it was a myth what they told us
If we keep course, we'll get to that promised land
We'll bath in milk,roost in honey and bask under the hot supplies
This i saw so real
So sad it's only a dream.
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