Follow the Wind
Destitute and lonely he follows the wind
Where ever it may blow
While searching for his journey's end
The one he's yet to know
The life he leads is hard and fast
He dare not stop too long
Running from his troubled past
While hiding from his wrong
A resting place is all he seeks
To rest his weary soul
His spirit's strong but his body's weak
As he wanders to and fro
Cursed to follow the lonesome breeze
Resting where ever he can
Haunted by the things he sees
The plight of a broken man
Hollow and empty he's just a shell
Of what he used to be
Forsaken while he walks thru hell
This weary soul is me
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