Homesick

Homesick
For a country
Across the sea
Where the rocks cry out
And the desert blooms
Where the language is living
Though it once was dead
Where history is hidden
Along the highway bends
Where skylines rise
Along the sea
Where Bedouins quietly
Lead their sheep
Where the stones are golden
And the stars sing
The promise of how many
Your people will be
A land so ancient
And yet so new
A land of prophecy
Coming true
How I long to fly
To you