From Chains to Keys

Verse 1

I met a young man on a broken road

Where the dust hangs thick and the nights run cold

Pakistan sun beatin’ on brick and bone

Cross in his heart, but he walks alone

Christian faith where it ain’t safe to say

The name of Jesus in the light of day

But he don’t whisper, he don’t retreat

He plants his boots in the broken street

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Verse 2

Men work six days, sometimes seven straight

Borrow a little just to eat and wait

One bad fever, one hungry child

And that debt owns them mile by mile

Contracts tight like iron rings

Boss holds paper like it’s everything

Looks like work, but it ain’t free

Just modern chains callin’ slavery

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Chorus

He says

You don’t have to be a victim

When you’re already a Victor, son

World’s report says you’re stuck right here

God says freedom’s already won

You gotta choose which voice you listen

To when the night gets thick and hard

Worldly words or the Godly truth

Written in the scars

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Verse 3

Boxes of Hope on a Christmas morn

Thirty families fed, weary and worn

Christian, Muslim, hungry the same

Bread don’t ask you your last name

Jesus fed crowds who didn’t agree

Still broke the bread, still set ‘em free

Love don’t check what side you’re on

It just shows up and keeps movin’ on

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Chorus (Repeat)

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Bridge

He says if Heaven had a front porch light

And God had a screen burnin’ through the night

Your picture wouldn’t be lost or small

It’d be right there—home screen and all

You’re seen when you feel forgot

You’re chosen when the world says not

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Verse 4

Now he’s raisin’ funds, not raisin’ hell

To buy folks back from a livin’ cell

Motorbike keys, taxi rig

A chance to work free, dream big

No factory boss, no chain in sight

Just honest work and a way to fight

A man with faith and a steady hand

Buildin’ freedom in a broken land

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Final Chorus (Big, Slow Burn)

You don’t have to be a victim

When you’re already a Victor

Believe the Godly report, my friend

When the world paints somethin’ darker

Chains fall quiet when truth gets loud

Hope rides in on dusty roads

Freedom don’t come easy, no

But it comes when faith holds

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Outro

He don’t preach comfort.

He preaches freedom.

(Steel guitar fade. Boots on gravel.)