The dawn of mankind took its toll
decisions have been made
the traveller slightly turned away
and left behind a bitter shade
He dove into the landscape pictures
painted by his bravery
when he walked the moss-weed ways
on the edge of tensity
Familiar gates opened their paths
where secret steps were made
so he again could feel the joy
of those bewitching serenade
Oh come home you wanderer
choose your weapon
face the illusion
of your own certainty
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