We will reach the promised land,
Though we have difficult days ahead.
It will come to pass for all of us;
Both the living and the dead.

We will reach the promised land
When night, without fear, becomes day.
When for others and ourselves,
We forgive, and bless, and often pray.

We will reach the promised land;
The impossible peak of the mountaintop.
But how can that happen?
How will the violence stop?

We will reach the promised land
When truth can not become a lie,
When freedom will not reside in silence,
Or imagination abandoned and left to die.

We will reach the promised land.
MLK saw it before he died.
He said that he did not fear death
--There was no reason to dodge or hide.

We will reach the promised land
When ceasefire ends and become peace;
When we are no longer nomads in our soul,
And our hearts are not wandering refugees.