All alone with no place to call home
A vagrant called The Wanderer roams
Destitute and resigned to his solitude
No one to miss him or care that he’s gone

Immortalized with the mark of Sloan
He thrives amongst forgotten gravestones
To restore their legacy is why he intrudes
For systemic erasure he believes society must atone

All alone with no place to call home
A vagrant called The Wanderer roams
Destitute and resigned to his solitude
No one to miss him or care that he’s gone

Empathy drives this misguided untomb
Generations of oppressors he seeks to dethrone
Reality remains an unfamiliar interlude
For to delusion The Wanderer is prone

All alone with no place to call home
A vagrant called The Wanderer roams
Destitute and resigned to his solitude
No one to miss him or care that he’s gone

All alone with no place to call home
A hero called The Wanderer roams
Complacent in his intrepid pursuit
Unfaltering ‘till the world sees glory of Arawn

She wanders, she wonders
into the depth of the seas.
Under a sad fortress
where her body bleeds...

She wanders, she wonders
what her life has become.
Being disappointed with routine,
wanting everything to be done...

She wanders, she wonders
when happiness will begin
instead of crashing storms
and overpowering winds.

She wanders, she wonders
as she sits in the rain.
Sick of languid movements
and atrocious pain.

She wonders, she wanders
into a place she wants to leave.
Desperate for something more,
somewhere she wants to be.

Your smirk is like the sunrise.
Your frown is like the sunset.
Your smile, the mid day sun shining amazingly.
Your face is the beauty behind everything lovely.

there’s a twinkle
little star
Will my footsteps lead me there?
The world’s spread out before
today,
colourful carpet under
my feet, my say.
I am
the queen of my road,
I choose
the paths I wander...

little star,
twinkle more
I put my young hands
in that light of yours
Sing to me
the map of Life
Show me the trail
I will to live.

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