The Wanderer

Born of dust, carved in stone A wanderer, I walk alone No ties, no throne, no chains to break Only time, and the path I take Rain may fall, but I stay clean Not a slave to what has been Grown to crave, mind stripped free This road is all that calls to me Wherever I, call my home A vagabond, I stand alone Wherever I, play the game I take the road and walk away Severed ties, no bride to save A nomad born, no less, no grave Roamer's pride, my body's beat But I will never taste defeat Rain may fall, but I stay clean Not a slave to what has been Grown to crave, mind stripped free This road is all that calls to me Wherever I, call my home A vagabond, I stand alone Wherever I, play the game I take the road and walk away Oh, the dust upon my head The beaten path where others fled No mind to stay, no need to lie This life is mine until I die The night is cold, but I don't break The wind will howl, the earth will shake Stripped of all but fire inside Still, I walk with head held high Wherever I, call my home A vagabond, I stand alone Wherever I, play the game I take the road and walk away