A traveller from distant land.
I pass thy world full and grand.
Treading the tiring path alone.
I go along in a solemn tone.
On the way, I cross the fields of life.
Places where thorny bushes run rife.
The soul bruised and full of wounds.
Terrified of wolves and barking hounds.
The bright alluring light of towns.
The glittering smiles and the dancing clowns.
Inadequate, they are to cave me anymore.
I want to break through this tiring chore.
Faces here are so deceptive.
Evil feels ashamed and defective.
The hard souls know how to plot.
Truth when it suits, else lies a lot.
With eyes sore and ears tired.
I pace along broken and retired.
As a passing moment, a gasping breath.
Racing towards its certain death.
As I fade away, watch my trail.
It discloses an interesting tale.
Tale of a traveller from a distant land.
Who passed thy world full and grand.
I pass thy world full and grand.
Treading the tiring path alone.
I go along in a solemn tone.
On the way, I cross the fields of life.
Places where thorny bushes run rife.
The soul bruised and full of wounds.
Terrified of wolves and barking hounds.
The bright alluring light of towns.
The glittering smiles and the dancing clowns.
Inadequate, they are to cave me anymore.
I want to break through this tiring chore.
Faces here are so deceptive.
Evil feels ashamed and defective.
The hard souls know how to plot.
Truth when it suits, else lies a lot.
With eyes sore and ears tired.
I pace along broken and retired.
As a passing moment, a gasping breath.
Racing towards its certain death.
As I fade away, watch my trail.
It discloses an interesting tale.
Tale of a traveller from a distant land.
Who passed thy world full and grand.
