Overseas-P-Butta/Robby Balboa

Overseas - P-Butta We sailed from southern England to the coast of Palestine I stepped upon the shore and gazed back across the brine For my own impress I ventured to explore the Holy Land With little more than my faith I turned and made my way across the sand Making my way inland to the sites I have heard bespoiled I seek echoes of the past, things deep within the soil All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead I journeyed through the heat to the mountain of Nebo To survey all that lay in the Jordan valley below And there laid out like a blanket was the land that Moses saw The promise of Sinai fulfilled to those that went before Making my way inland to the sites I have heard bespoiled All my time, all my faith, stands upon the need to raise the ... All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead Away from the darkness, over the sea, My greatest fear is that this darkness has followed me The doubts which had inspired my quest I'm certain were stalking me in this place And were even now determined to steal my very soul All my time, all my faith, stands upon the need to raise the All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead Out of the darkness, into the daylight I find in my way that life is worth living