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Nomad
Walking down this deserted road
perusing the trail of tears
trying to crack the creators code
am I wiser than his years?
Dusty sand blows in my eyes
trees bending to the wind
the sun sets in a blood red sky
the night will soon begin
the time of danger for the weary
at the mercy of vicious bandits
I try to keep myself from fearing
that my wathered soul can stand it
beaten down by inner beasts
those who dwell in the dark
upon my sanity they feast
forever hungry like a shark
in the meadow I pitch my tent
rain comes driving through it
wallowing in the clutch of embarassment
because Ive forgotten how to do it
ask for help from air divine
the walkers amid the stars
pray for any helpful sign
that I'll wash away these scars
given to me by those who say
theyre travelers just like me
but I know that by the dawn of day
I will remain so lonely.
