The Wanderer, The Listener and The Free

About the pressures of a modern world, and wanting to be free of it all

Walking endlessly, aimlessly/

Along this electric wilderness/

Falling into madness/

Built on repetition

 

Eyes become heavy, burdened/

The weight of the world/

I’m becoming weary/

Even in my youth

 

I see beauty, hear peace/

On the lips of western wind/

Saved by the holy light/

Roads to redemption

 

Wandering freely, carelessly/

But aware of myself now/

Free, truly free today/

I smile at the new dawn

 

Victorious, so glorious/

I feel the sun’s glow upon me/

Loving every moment/

How I feel so alive

The End

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