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Uploaded by on Jan 15, 2011

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Intro:
Nomadic warrior
Crimson kin of the Nile
Faithful wanderer,
Sahara's lost child

Chorus:

The time has come to see the sun,
Rise upon the horizon
Building bridges up from the sand,
Returning home to the motherland

Cause I'm a refugee in my own country
Brought through by blood of duality
Born unto the poverty mentality
Metaphorical realities be surrounding me
In this world of love and brutality
I walk the road of justice and morality

Brutal it seems that we dreams could be shattered
The people all dispersed like them seeds they have scattered
Planting plight of prophecy, defend we right of refugee
Walk in wake of tragedy, in cadence of the quickening
And what's at stake is everything; we face the day of reckoning
Never losing sight of the motherland, the promise of the home, returning and...
Onward we roam returning and...

Chorus

I'm a sojourner, I'm a refugee
Searching for the home where my people are free
Driven by the promise of the victory
When we trace every race back to the one tree
And my kin we do weep the tears of prophecy
As we arrive, survive to realize the decree
So we bow at the foot of our destiny
And the river runs dry from the desert heat...

I see a world with no borders, no boundaries
To rise above all this mental slavery
And so we roam, across this desert sea
In search of the truth of our immortality
Quench my thirst that I may be
Living free, living free

Chorus

Cause I sip from the Holy Grail
Now I long to be free
Yes I sip from the Holy Grail
Now I long to be free
Quench my thirst
That I may be
Living free, living free

Pathways wind through timeless caravan
Colored are the skies of weeping land
Diasporic footprints buried in the sand,
As I reach within just to grab my own hand
Beating in my heart is the song of my home
I've had many names, many lives I have known
Carried heavy loads pon the roads I have roamed
Always return home to know I'm not alone...


Chorus

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