Song Of The Wanderer

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Nowhere to go, no place to stay,
I have no idea where to go today.
Though my purpose in life I cannot comprehend,
I must walk in life’s crossroads ‘till the very end.

My tears are my food; my sword is my friend,
My only companion is a heart I can lend.
My weary soul finds rest only in the night
For darkness has been my eternal light.

The places I see, the people I meet,
The foes that attack me yet in the end bleed,
The dangers that lie at the road’s bend….
All these I experience; when shall it end?

The seasons that pass, the time that flies by,
All these I experience when in my solitude I cry.
My bloodstained hands are dirtied of guilt
Like a blade that plunges through my soul to the hilt.

A weary voice, an aching soul, a suffering heart,
These in my journey they never part.
My loneliness is slowly killing me,
Yet despite all these, this is my destiny.

When shall I finally give out my best?
When shall my weary heart find peace and rest?
When will my soul find comfort and ease?
When will my pain and suffering cease?

Yet this journey in life I must continue
For already deep in my heart I knew,
My Calvary shall end, my loneliness shall cease,
Soon I shall find my comfort and peace.

Nowhere to go, no place to stay,
I have no idea where to go today.
Though my purpose in life I cannot comprehend,
I must walk in life’s crossroads ‘till the very end….

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