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
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