This place is not my home, it wasnt ever meant to be.
Im still searching. Im still searching.
Ive been held back, Ive been shut down but I am not dead yet.
Im still swinging and Im still holding on to hope.
Ive been clinging to the edge with just my fingertips and Ive been praying to God, dont let me lose my grip.
I will not fall. I will never compromise my faith.
Im holding firmly to the truth and I will not back down.
This life has drained me dry and though my flesh is weak and broken my soul will never die.
[Ryan Kirby]
I will not settle for what this world has. Ive danced with the devil in hell and I will not go back. Ive found myself in the one who calls me son. Take me home, God, let your kingdom come.
This place is not my home I was born for the less traveled road.
Ive got a lot of growing left to do but I swear that I will see this through.
Ive felt the weight of the world crash down on me.
Ive been to hell and back and Im still breathing
Ive screamed my lungs out and displayed my flaws but I find rest in the arms of God.
No roots no place to call home.
Im a wanderer, vagabond; Im bread for the road.
No roots no place to call home.
Im a wanderer, vagabond, sustained by God alone
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
