If this shanty is the Promised land,
Take me now I've got nothing to live for.
Dying in this desert we've made
Could never make up for what was lost.
Our time well spent will one day hang on these gallows.
The life we lived will one day be displayed for all to see.
But if these shadows are a prologue to brighter days,
We should pick up where we left off and defy the grave.
Lift my head up off the ground
When my redemption draweth nigh.
I'll pray for restoration,
Because the locust is a thief,
And The Law is on my side.