Promised Land

You do not understand
A veil has been lifted
The fall of our beliefs
We need to know
Dead and exhausted land
So collapsed your promise
Only this light remains
Salvation through ages
There’s a kind of confession in our looks
Which our modesties
Have not craft enough to colour
A countenance
More in sorrow than in anger
Deception to have walk the wrong line
Let us change for better or the worse