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And into the black The wanderer goes Farther Farther still Back to the lonesome dreams To the memories of low esteem For the wanderer Returning home Is never easy Dust covered boots And worn ragged cape Contain him His life Who he is Amounts not to where he has been Or what he has seen But to the redemption Of all that has come before To Every desperate step Every windswept Weather worn scar Footfall By footfall Straining muscle And disenchanted breath The wanderer comes upon Ever so slowly The cancer of his heart The rot of his bones The disease of his skin Despite the distance The salvation of time As if like a mountain side Or deep jagged canyon bluffs Shaped by ceaseless wind And pounding rain The wanderer Wears away
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Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
The Wanderer
And into the black The wanderer goes Farther Farther still Back to the lonesome dreams To the memories of low esteem For the wanderer Returning home Is never easy Dust covered boots And worn ragged cape Contain him His life Who he is Amounts not to where he has been Or what he has seen But to the redemption Of all that has come before To Every desperate step Every windswept Weather worn scar Footfall By footfall Straining muscle And disenchanted breath The wanderer comes upon Ever so slowly The cancer of his heart The rot of his bones The disease of his skin Despite the distance The salvation of time As if like a mountain side Or deep jagged canyon bluffs Shaped by ceaseless wind And pounding rain The wanderer Wears away
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Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
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