Soldier of the Spirit

Born far from the land of my fathers under a burning sun and a

foreign sky. Marching roads paved with broken promises, still holding truth in my eyes.

They gave me a name, they gave me a number, told me who

I had to be. But deep in my soul, I carried a

fire of a stolen history. Hear the drums in the distance,

calling me back home. Every step that I'm taking, I'm never alone.

I'm a soldier of the spirit, walking through the fire. Standing for the

truth, never getting tired. Roots in the ground, heart made of