As our minds trail upwards towards the sky,
Two stars torn asunder bid goodbye.
Stardust settles under clouds
Of former slaves and furrowed brows.
Let your starved imagination fly,
Fly so high!
Too many people sharing one face.
We will be strong in the land of Zion.
We'll do what we can,
'Cause we are the chosen nation of men,
Nation of everybody!
We'll pitch our tents on the other side!
As our circle closes we stand tall,
Now a brand new future heeds our call.
Constellations spinning mad,
A world of visions to be had.
We'll be strong while mighty mountains fall,
We'll give our all.
Too many people sharing one face.
We will be strong in the land of Zion.
We'll do what we can,
'Cause we are the chosen nation of men,
Nation of everybody!
We'll steer our flocks to the other side!
(Maury Loeb - co-author
Mitch Rotter - co-author)
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Copyright 1993 Zach London