i had a dream last night
i was with a people and we were walking walking walking for thousands of miles.
searching for milk and honey.
we stopped at a river called Babylon.
the women weeped.
and they sang, but no song escaped my lips,
I looked into the distance empty of milk and empty of honey
I looked into the past and saw the wicked when they carried us away in captivity.
tell me how I can sing king alpha's song
in a strange land.

I have no home.
I'll always roam.
no songs escape my lips.