Wanderer
My heart goes out to thee; weary spirit
Who has no home but what once was
And may no longer be
Who is a bird who cannot fly
And only tread a lonely path
Without purpose or destination
Wanderer
For you there are no songs
No gallant tales of triumph or defeat
For you there is only death in the end
And into the back round you shall fade away
Forgotten
But on your epitaph never written
Wanderer
Shall be the words:
“I dreamt that I could fly”
My heart goes out to thee; weary spirit
Whose dreams may never be achieved
Whose eyes are witness to others taking flight
Whose own heart will never soar
Who sees the road as an endless path; ending in eternal dream
But nothing more
When the end does come
Wanderer
And in death you finally lie
Then you shall be happy wanderer
Then you shall fly
 
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