My path is rough, my life is hard,
My heart is weak, my soul is scarred.
I walk the world from place to place,
Consumed by endless time and space.
Sometimes I ask myself, why me?
Why not be mortal to live free?
I do not know why I was made,
I am eternal, but I’ll fade.
I’ll fade because the future came,
The world will never be the same.
The wanderer to whom you pray
Will fade, because he cannot stay.
The Wanderer
© Copyright: Шуйский, 2004
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