The Wanderer

We gather under stars Reminiscing, what’s going on How our world seems so far Strange languages in strange songs So long we’ve been gone Missing familiar traces Hoping we can live for home Sharing earth in far off places Our achievements scribed in official tomes No place on earth we won’t roam Fought battles we were told Made it back to the States But something changed I was cold Your different, hold up wait Patience turned to hate Home’s a memory That’s where I left my heart Gone was the fantasy Truth pushed apart My soul, my dreams, where to chart I walk the streets alone No place of my own Hoping God would take me Then my sins would be atoned