This place is not my home It wasn't never meant to be I'm still searching I'm still searching I've been held back, I've been shut down but I am not dead yet I'm still swinging And I'm still holding on to hope I've been clinging to the edge with just my finger tips And I've been praying to God, don't let me lose my grip I will not fall I will never compromise my faith I'm holding firmly to the truth and I will not back down This live had drained me dry Though my flesh is weak and broken My soul will never die Your dance with the Devil, and know I will not go back I've found myself in the one who calls me son Take me home, God let your kingdom come This place is not my home I was born for the less traveled road I've got a lot of growing left to do But I swear that I will see this through I've felt the weight of the world crashing down on me I've been to hell and back and I'm still breathing I've screamed my lungs out and displayed my flaws But I find rest in the arms of God No roots, no place to call home I'm a wanderer, Vagabond; I'm bread for the road No roots, no place to call home I'm a wanderer, Vagabond; I'm bread for the road