All of us live in a ship called Exodus
Overcrowded and stuffed with lost memories
On the verge of sinking into hidden depths.
We hold on and to each other
And hope for the Promised Land ahead.
All of us have passed through the straits,
Have fought the terror that holds us down.
We feel the press of prison walls,
Of mind and metal, of dark emotions
And some can say, I’ve passed this way before.”
All of us have felt the coldness of the Nile,
The bitterness of mortar
Made without appreciation.
The harshness of human demands
We’ve built a world for someone else,
All of us have been there and some remain…
All of us live in a ship called Exodus
Overcrowded and stuffed with lost memories
On the verge of sinking into hidden depths.
We hold on and to each other
And hope for the Promised Land ahead.
All of us have passed through the straits,
Have fought the terror that holds us down.
We feel the press of prison walls,
Of mind and metal, of dark emotions
And some can say, I’ve passed this way before.”
All of us have felt the coldness of the Nile,
The bitterness of mortar
Made without appreciation.
The harshness of human demands
We’ve built a world for someone else,
All of us have been there and some remain…