Promised Land

Now it seems

To appear to us

Now we touch the ground

Arriving in this promised land

Where future meets the past

Red flags and tainted dreams

Little pale ladies in dolly white sheets

Pagan words and rose coloured drinks

Mechanical steam underneath

If to choose we rather take two

The chances are too less

If we turn to see

And once we pick a smile

Our lifetime has achived to touch a human heart

For once we turn to see

By chance we pick a smile

One word - One touch of hand

One single reason why