As I walk through the fields of hard ship
In this country
I am deaf to the cries
Of a million
Sufferings
As I tread these waters
Still
I remember
Those who've walked here
Before me
And I beg forgiveness
For their sins.

I must get away
From this madness
Yet I feel compelled to stay
And suffer
With my people,
Dear lord
What should I do
At this junction?
Where do I turn?
Where is the guide that will lead us to safety?
We are all tired here
Of this horror
In our promised land
Where do I go?