My name is
Foreigner
From a far away land
My feet are covered in earth
They’ve been here and back again
And I have seen
Great things from a distance
They beckon me
I follow them
And I move forward
I move forward
I move forward to home, to home
My eyes are soft and wise
They tell a story
Of things left behind
Defeat and glory
And I push every hindrance aside
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