Lyric: East

I travel from the west...and enter eastern land.
A place of aging history...and of iron hands.

I’m looked upon with question...as to why I’m here.
But welcomed by a karma...that is warm & pure.

Pray...I’m offered a stay.
Planting seeds of new days.
And show this world a western-way.
And live a life of blessed aim.
I’ll make the east a claim.

Please...grant what I need.
Touch and taste what I’ve seen.
Prove just what I want to be.
Pay the price of roaming free.
My west is pointing...East.

Forbidden in the past...but now an open door.
With youth embracing all...who honor those before.

A place that’s full of fruit and silk and gold to bear.
And family-bond resides...above all other cares.

Pray...I’m offered a stay.
Planting seeds of new days.
And show this world a western-way.
And live a life of blessed aim.
I’ll make the east a claim.

Please...grant what I need.
Touch and taste what’s I’ve seen.
Prove just what I want to be.
Pay the price of roaming free.
My west is pointing...East.