They're coming, these nameless shadows,
The ones that wander in the night.
Crossing boundaries, thirsty from fright.
Are they the seekers we used to be,
Or have we forgotten?
What degree of fear does it take,
to leave everything they knew behind,
While seeking the life they want to find?.
What do they expect to see?
Streets of gold turned rotten.
Sullen fearful faces, full of life,
With shaded eyes turned down.
Apprehension rules the town.
What spirit will set them free?
Why do they stay?
Without that flicker of light called hope,
No music tolls from freedoms bell.
Do not forsake the ones who fell,
On their moonless flight to Liberty.
