So here I stand in the wilderness
of another place.
I stand this ground
as a foreigner on strange soil.
But none have been meant
to roam these lands as I.
It is their world, their place, their time.
The wind... I feel it breathing.
Whispering secrets of another mans home.
So here I am and here I stand (alone).
A foreigner in another mans land.
Earth, wind, rain and fire.
I hear the melody lifted higher.
I feel the wind and I feel the sand.
The remnant of this barren land.
I wish my dreams could become true.
Lord, let this land begin anew.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart