When I stepped out of my comfort zone

And stepped out across the globe

I realized my life and faith was not my own

I’m but a flicker in the greater strobe

All across the world, it seems to me

Everyone has the same dreams to be free

Traveling far and wide, to many foreign lands

Makes me see the truth, helps me to understand

Up in the Andes of Peru, the coca tea they drink

Helps them bear the elevation, helps the shamans think

Down under in Australia, aboriginals go walking

Dreams of their ancestors, in the outback talking

On the tiny isles of Greece, the dead ever mourned

Orthodox, they signed the cross, their faith is never torn

Off the beaten pathway, over vast Pacific reaches

The Japanese pray on their knees, to hear what Buddha teaches

In emerald Ireland, the mist is full of mystic myth

Of phantoms and fairies, flung from where and with

Out in the desert of America, far west as you can go

Sky and Earth are godly, parenting the mortal flow

Across the globe, I have heard many diverse voices

Come to appreciate their faiths, understand their choices

So many native tongues, all saying the same things

Every person in every culture, hoping for the light and freedom tomorrow brings.