Foreigner Poem by Fathom Faith

Foreign to the truth... accustomed to the lies
living for dollar-to-dollar wealth while being 'common-sense' deprived.
Couldn't think for a moment...you know, meditate on what's wise
Positive curiosity killed the cat,
but we ain't got nine lives.

Struggling to make life 'happen'
yet it already has a course...
Striving to live a life worthy
but hadn't discovered true self-worth.

Yet now, invaluable encounters
presented time and time again.
Life is not a game but some will lose...
Some will win.

Who's team are you on?
Who's line you defend?
When that hour comes and you hear that voice,
Realize who's your drill sergeant!

Marching in these streets, no parade this round.
Side lines quiet when this team touch down.

Stepping out of darkness full speed to the right
sound waves on Jill, close to the light, close to the light.
Mind frame on the truth, spotting all kind of lies.
So thankful for guidance
no longer a foreigner in the night.