Ahead I see the shoes
Well-worn from all the land
Gentle ones and kind
As well as bleak and baleful ones
We've seen
Our journey through decades
The auras of the world
Are always suffusing our heads
Faces passing by
Some to notice and some to forget
Our shadows stay behind
Where once we were condemned
To be slaves
Today nothing is left
But our bleached and battered
Skin and bones
Now our hearts arrived
Where our souls are still longing to be
Step by step we go
The road is long, the fate in our hands
Our way to the promised land
We seek to reach it soon
The land where we can linger after all
A place to just call home
Ahead I see a boy
His young hands outworn from hard work
Who defines his life
He is not the one who pulls the strings
But see
Our journey far away
We beg...
