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Wanderer

by Tormenting Dreams
I was born to wander,
Between the broken hills and twisted tree’s
To obsess
Over the torments in my dream’s
To always seek
And never reach
In the lands of shadows Is where sleep
Though to whom
This may concern
Ive lost it all and learned to hurt
Ive been low
Ive had no home
Ive been weary right down to the bone
I push on,
Im still awake
For the needs I will forsake
Its what I want
That im after
I will not bow to the rapture
There is a term
A different breed
This I belong, this I heed
I fight for what I think is right
As shalt we all in time
It’s the punishment to fit the crime
There’s no scheme, there’s no rhyme
To do, what you must do
Is a hard road to choose
Theres no going back, theres no where to turn to
A lonely road you walk alone
To search and seek and find a home
To have it gone,
Torn away
that’s its own kind of pain
Welcome to the land of the lost,
To wander and wander without a cause
You will wander
Between the broken hills and twisted tree’s
To obsess
Over the torments in your dream’s
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