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.)
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