Stranger In a Strange Land

It was another quiet day, As the hours quickly slipped away. Shooting from the hip, On another daily trip. Away from the troubles of the day, In a place that never let’s you stay. Strangers wanting to be friends, In this life, chances are it all depends. Not the way but today is right, What will be ahead for me tonight? I see eyes that stop and stare, In them compassion and love somewhere. Catch me crying into the night, No longer strong to have this fight. Twelve burning bushes all in a row, No-where now for me to go. Hold my hand I see the sign, What was yours now is mine. I am a stranger in a strange land, What I want I can’t fit in my hand. I am a stranger in a strange land, Why make me sit, when I need to stand. I wander the streets during the day, Try to make the most of my short stay. I see all kinds of poverty, Most hidden from us to see. There’s a glow in my heart And it’s a good place to start. They see things that I can’t see, I’ve looked everywhere but it’s not to be. Running in and out of my soul, Sometimes life is an own goal. There are holes in my memory, But they are safe havens for me. I am a stranger in a strange land, What I want I can’t fit in my hand. I am a stranger in a strange land, Why make me sit, when I need to stand. Written by Robert Meader November 2003 ?RJM Publishing 2003