Holy Land

Hold my hand While I say Holy Land Dare I stay? And the water Runs deep In this place And my mother I seek In my face Would you dare take me away From their gaze? Would you hope that I would play Your games? And my daughter Won't share Your name Any measure To spare Her the shame If your father brought you up In his image You'll do the same So I hope I never run Into your children And I will pray For the woman who will fall Into misfortune And spend her days Bearing you the sons You've always wanted But never raise The bloodline of my elders Won't be severed by a bitter one like you Scarred by twisted fathers broken mothers Til' you're purple black and blue Once I thought that I was all you had All you held on to Now I know that lying to myself Was the worst thing I could do Cold young man Turned away From my Holy Land Where I'll stay And the water Runs deep In this place And my mother I keep In my veins