I am but a
wanderer,
I call no
place home.
The places
I travel,
I journey
alone.
I
am a face in the crowd,
a dim
reflection in the glass.
Just
another long shadow,
as I walk
past.
I have no
roots, no ties,
nothing
earthly to hold me down.
Nothing to
cling to,
as I
travel round and round.
Oh I've
passed right bye you,
you see I
look like all the rest.
Those with
a home,
and those
with a quest.
I still
stop along the way,
and rest
for a time.
But
wherever I am,
I
know...
this
place isn't mine.
So now I
just wander,
from place
to place.
Content to
walk alone,
as I
finish my race.
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