Walking Far From Home

While in Colombia we did a fair amount of walking. Some weeks more than others. This made me think of Iron & Wine's song "Walking Far From Home." Check out the youtube if you haven't heard it.

I decided to write my own version of this song, using similar lyrics. Hopefully I don't get arrested for Copyright issues.



I was walking far from home
Where the potholes could swallow mid sized cars
Saw a giant sanctuary
But the church was so small, church was so small
I saw downpours, lots of storms, and a shantytown full of poverty
I saw piglets in a pen, they cried out for release, out for release

I was walking far from home,
But I carried your love in my heart
I saw merchants, selling goods, just trying to get by, trying to get by
I saw hunger, and Compassion,
I saw tears and a few of them were mine,
I saw children who were smiling, but their hearts were so hard, hearts were so hard

I was walking far from home,
And I thought about our foreign policy.
Saw a field full of bananas, and the plantains were also nearby,
I saw knitted little dresses, handmade with care and with love.
A sleeping man on the bus, fatigue set in, fatigue set in.

I saw iguanas on a bridge and a theater pumping the A/C.
Saw a soldier with a gun who was guarding the road, guarding the road.
Saw an old man, in his home, where he sits and he weeps, sits and he weeps.
I saw families in their hammocks, swinging to and fro, to and fro

Saw a turkey with a tumor, and some chickens in search of some food.
I saw babies want their mommas, crying out for some milk, out for some milk.
Saw mountains, saw an ocean, I saw driftwood and debris on the beach.
Young men on their motos, cruising all around town, cruising all around town
I saw small homes with dirt floors, housing so many ones, so many ones.
I saw a woman, learning to read at the age of 62.

I was walking far from home, where the potholes could swallow mid sized cars
Saw how God is working there, and liberating people, liberating people.