Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful of the
Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We've constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land
where the Pharaoh died
Children
The river contains specimens
The voices of singing women
Call us on the far shore
And they are saying
"Forget the Night
live with us in Forests of
azure"
Meager food for souls forgot
I tell you this;
No eternal reward will
Forgive us now for
Wasting the dawn
One morning you awoke
And the strange sun
And opening your door...