The Wanderer

Written an as told by Athina Vieria

The wanderer has nowhere to go when he has reached the end.
The moon colors all the shadows blue, he is alone out there.
Far away in a lonely barn the warmth glows in the night.
Awakens the hunger in his frozen body, that has lived off air and water.
It hurts, but go regardless, you can always turn around.
It hurts, but go regardless.
You are here, and came here as a wanderer.

The bell tolls for a lonely soul, it has borrowed voice from death.
Does it want ill or well when it counts our fates.
Stop thinking it is hard enough, you have to take one day at a time.

The Wanderer has nowhere to go if he goes in the last hour.
It hurts, but go regardless, you can always turn around.
It hurts, but go regardless.
You are here, and came here as a wanderer...