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.