Im a traveller,
In search of a light,
It seems like ages but I couldn't catch a sight.
I've been covered with the mud of fear,
My legs have been sore of the sadness I wear.
Yet I'll walk,
until I uncover the light that I yearn,
until this life ceases to exist,
until this heart arise from the dead,
until the soul cleanses the dread.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Im a traveller,
In search of a light,
It seems like ages but I couldn't catch a sight.
I've been covered with the mud of fear,
My legs have been sore of the sadness I wear.
Yet I'll walk,
until I uncover the light that I yearn,
until this life ceases to exist,
until this heart arise from the dead,
until the soul cleanses the dread.
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