The Promised Land

Try to delight

in black and white

Try to delight

in sorrow

Why did we call it sometimes the promised land?

Lights of tomorrow

glimmering lights

In a crowd

but alone

tonight

The fight for tomorrow

Where are those fighters now?

… alone… tonight

Why did we trust the fire?

Why?

Why to delight in sorrow ?

Why did we call it sometimes

the promised land?

Lights of tomorrow

in the night

of deceiving lights

Why are we lonely in a crowd?

We're not lonely in defiance

We're not lonely in defiance of

defiance of the worth of

life

And there is time

we die

and there is time

we cry

and there is time

we try

to find again

the promised land