I was wanderer,
Wandering in the land of death and despair;
Blows and bruises were my food
Blood and tears, my drink.
I was a wanderer,
Wandering in the desert of solitude;
The sands were of broken promises
The sun was my life's Judas.
I was a wanderer,
Wandering in the forest of fear;
The trees were all overpowering and bullying
The animals were all predators.
I am still a wanderer,
Wandering in the infinite land, desert and forest;
In search of a home to where I belong
In a quest to find solace in the stillness.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC
I was wanderer,
Wandering in the land of death and despair;
Blows and bruises were my food
Blood and tears, my drink.
I was a wanderer,
Wandering in the desert of solitude;
The sands were of broken promises
The sun was my life's Judas.
I was a wanderer,
Wandering in the forest of fear;
The trees were all overpowering and bullying
The animals were all predators.
I am still a wanderer,
Wandering in the infinite land, desert and forest;
In search of a home to where I belong
In a quest to find solace in the stillness.