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...