Wanderer

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So where is it that you will go?

Just what is where is your destination?

As the days pass by, you wander until you grow tried.

You watch the starlit sky, you sleep in the moonlight.

Through forgotten places and of beauty that words alone can't define.

Wastelands and hidden places.

Your destination is one that you'll find in the very end.

Above in the blue sky, the lonely bird flies.

Under tree and earth, creatures sleep and roam.

In the waters deep and shallow, there is life in the clear blue streams and great seas.

Behind you are footprints, a past, in front a world, a future unknown.

I cannot tell where you will go.

You cannot say where.

Through desert sunsets and mountain sunrise.

A flower field for the dead and the living.

Lonely plains and mountain tops.

Where is your end?

Where is my end?

So where is it that you will go?

Just what is where is your destination?

As the days pass by, you wander until you grow tried.

Where is that you wish to rest beneath the starlit sky?

Like the wind you are free.

Like a bird you have no one place.

Where will you the wind, go too and end?

Oh wind, where is that you wish to go?

Wind, oh wind.

Where shall I go?


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