Vagabond

Down a long and winding road he walks alone forever-

No place for him to call a home, he can not rest, no, never-

Always walking on across a barren, beaten path-

He who has never known a family, only knowing death-

No trail left behind him, walking ‘cross the endless plains-

Bound unto the road he walks where nothing more remains-

Nomad of the barren lands, his trails blazed in darkness-

Battered, beaten, broken, scarred, desensitized and heartless-

Feels no sorrow, knows no love, kept alive by age-old wrath-

Agony and misery fill him up with every breath-

Imprisoned by the Kings of old, the desolate, enslaved-

He walks and never stops, he keeps on walking to his grave-