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The wanderer
I am a man lost in a desert.
Waiting for someone or something I don’t know.
Wanting for someone or something I could not define.
I have a heart but it is empty
Living in a life full of weary
I’m living but not existing
Life is not but just a mere routine
I’m not someone or something
Because who I am is really nothing.
I am a wandering soul.
Lost.
Lonely.
Alone.
I am a wanderer of my own life
A nomad to my own self
Many days I am strong but the truth is I am weak
In my eyes are smiles but deep inside are tears…
I am a fighter for other’s fight,
A defender of someone’s tribe
A hero to everybody
But in the very deep
There is nothing…
All is empty.
I deserve no heaven
And in sheol is where I belong
But my soul is struggling
Still fighting all along.
And now I want to move on
And be lifted from my fall
Do you know who can save me,
From these miseries I belong?
Can it be he or she?
Or is it also “I”
Who can save “me” after all?
<<<criticize pls...
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