For the nine illegal Mexican immigrants crossing into the US and who died in the hot sun locked inside a truck.

when I walk through the wind
when I walk through the desert
the border is a thousand miles long
my home is a hundred miles away
tonight, I rest in the promised land

I am longing for
the shining stars in the sky
only the wind blows
the haunting songs from the Indian flute
tonight, I rest in the unnamed land

I am longing for
the light on the mountain top
only thirst and hunger are inside my heart, inside my soul
tonight, I rest in the no man’s land

let the wind pass away
let the desert pass away
the border is a hundred miles long
my home is a thousand miles away
tonight, I rest in the promised land