This place, so hot and humid, as we search for a better way of life
We only see hot infinite sand, for as far as the eye can sees
Most of us now dying from thirst and the hot sun's deadly strife
Our dream of a better life, now I wonder if that will ever be.
All of us are prisoners here, our cell has no walls
One would think they could flee this infinite sea of sand
Indians, famine, heat, these are just but a few, these we have endured, everything and all
But we still trudge forward, in hopes of finding a better land.
We have even had to make trails from wood
So our few possessions wouldn't be lost, in the sands, that seem like quick sand
But a few of us still alive, move forward, under the hot sun, in hopes of reaching the promised land, as we should
We do this, especially for the children, moving on forward, taking a stand.
Most of us would gladly give our lives, for the concern of our children
Praying we can give them a better life, a lot better than we had
So, we bravely go forth, hoping nature a hand it will lend
We never thought this trip would be this bad.
Most of us realizing without water or rain, we would rather not think of our inevitable end
So, we go forth across this river of hot infinite dust
From nature, our way of life, our very life we must defend
Finding the way out of this place, well this has become a must.
So across the infinite sands, we keep moving on, praying for the miracle of rain
Cracked lips, swollen tongues, surely this isn't how it was meant to be
From death, we try our very best to refrain
But this ocean of hot dry sand better known as Death Valley.
