Toozda we meet, in the street, all empty in a haze,
Joined in calling, all is falling, no longer counting days.

Count on being strong, with brothers along, yet knowing not where we head,
Pounding hearts, and sharpend smarts, never forgetting what HE said.

Only forward to go, with all we know, together we are one,
No one follow, no one lead, one wounded, all bleed, until our time is done.

What be, will be, and we are free, yet slaves to what's in store,
What's done is done, each rising sun, begins revealing somewhat more.

A different shade, the sun has made, and makes a clearer view,
Now open sighted, we are guided, slightly blinded where it's to.

It's good to go, it's what we know, don't believe it is by chance,
Tall and proud we stand, on our new land, for this intended happenstance.