A stranger in a strange land,
He fails to see or understand,
How he could ever be one with the fold,
And so reconcile the new with his old.
Wondering if he should fight or flee,
When even victory will find him on his knee.
Will she love him and would her embrace
Have the power to give his inner demons chase?
Would he burn brighter each passing day,
Or in the multitude merely dissolve away?
His principles here are contraband,
He is a stranger in a strange land.