Land Unseen...

I watch as the morning sun
 climbs up the back of the mountains,
 to light the day,
remembering days of past,
waking where I lay.

Hung over with no money in my pocket because of the night before,
living hand & hand with evil,
 trying to even the score.

Now those days are gone,
Ive said to hell with all of the worlds wrong.

If it wasnt for all of the hate & debate,
I wouldnt have known Jesus' fate.

Now its ours at hand,
unseen in this land...