Promised Land

Co-written with Aaron Jun

The abandoned have no shelter tonight,
No peace upon a bullet-ridden ground,
Ghosts of murders to us not worth a damn,
That's how it seems to my eyes,
And whether you lived or died,
You have cried

Look at the faces, reach for their hands,
Out of Egypt's river, to the promised land

Maybe you have shed tears in silence,
Waiting to hear just one person grieve,
Maybe you have held in bitter sadness,
That's how it seems to my eyes,
And whether you lived or died,
You have cried

Look at the faces, hold tight their hands,
Out of Egypt's river, to the promised land

Never again will our promises be broken,
For those who die are not merely memories,
They die as we stand here doing nothing,
That's how it seems to my eyes,
And whether you lived or died,
You have cried

Look at the faces, lift up their hands,
Out of Egypt's river, to the promised land