FOREIGN LAND

Had no fear and lived his fate
New story he’d begin.
Took a thought and brought it into 
This life where he wins
Now angels masked in changes rock you
Out of your time frame
Now world of wicked dice recycles 
New rules for new game
    But don’t let it fall
A little prayer form the man
Coming from the foreign land
Trying to glorify renaissance
And teach what’s non-mainstream
Can we be free…
    I won’t let it fall


THIS ONE WILL FLY WAY UP AND HIGH
THIS ONE WILL GROW DEEPER AND LOW
LIKE THE FIRE THAT BURNS INSIDE EACH ONE OF US
TO THE FOREIGN LAND, WATCH OUR BROTHERS RUN.