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Drifter, some say you have no goal.
One step leads only to another.
To walk the road, you’ve sold your soul,
turned your back on father, mother.

Days are long and hot and dry.
Nights are bitter, cold and lonely.
No shelter under heaven’s sky.
None to call your one and only.

Where do you roam? Onward you grope,
as if the road could hold the answer.
Each day a string of fading hope,
each night a mocking necromancer.

One day you’ll find the winding trail,
fringed with flowers, dappled shade,
leading to the tranquil vale
where once the child inside you played.

Drop your burden in the grass,
take time at last to smell the rose.
Watch the clouds glide softly past.
Let go all your cares and woes.

All the dreams you’ve long been weaving
will come true for you this day,
as long as you don’t stop believing
that you’ll find the promised way.