Foreign Land from Soul by W Keith Moore

Foreign Land

Dog catcher goes by slowly, his empty truck rattles and shakes
At night this city is scary, oh the sounds the city makes
I came here looking for freedom, I left home and didn't look back
I ate, drank, and danced by the water, now I'm drowning in this sea of black

CH

Rattle my faith, shake my pride
Break my heart if You can
Uncover my fears, bring me low
You can even let go of my hand
But don't let me die, in this foreign land

I was easily led by my passion and it easily led me astray
It's easy to follow the fashions and loose yourself along the way

CH

Now it's a shame it took this much time for me to realize
The place You hold in my heart and the place I still hold at Your side

Cause I know my name is written in that book whose letter's are red
The same color that flowed down Your sweet brow
For my life that color was shed

CH

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