Where is the promised land;
the rose, the grandeur, all's withered
Upon the desert sand.
Long a way have I tread
...
Had I not met love,
spring would be a stranger to me.
Caresses, hugs, kisses,
would only be an infirmity.
...
Betrayed Innocence
Where is the promised land;
the rose, the grandeur, all's withered
Upon the desert sand.
Long a way have I tread
Life's weary path;
disillusioned, dejected,
And prey
To His eternal wrath..