It’s been two long years since I started on this road 
longing for that place I call my home 
and in the battlefield, in the sun, and in the sand 
I will never forget my home land 
It’s a long road, and you’re waiting at the gates for me 
Standing on this battle ground, I see my Father before 
carrying the cross I should have bore 
so for him I [bad word] the race marked out before me 
because His stripes have set me free

It’s been two long years since I started on this road 
longing for that place I call my home 
and in the battlefield, in the sun, and in the sand 
I will never forget my home land 
It’s a long road, and you’re waiting at the gates for me 
Standing on this battle ground, I see my Father before 
carrying the cross I should have bore 
so for him I [bad word] the race marked out before me 
because His stripes have set me free