Thousand have gone to the distant land.
The land of joy, peace and harmony.
Real might they seem like an oasis in the sand,
forever they brought fear and agony.

You might have faced a wanderer,
easing his nerve and mounting a horse.
Navigating his path for an uncanny land,
together they might seem strong and bold.

The sands of time have taken its toll.
The joy of thrill has served the voracious soul,
now it searches for solitude and bliss,
As the vagrants were not alone.