In time, bleeding wounds will heal
Unlike some which are too deep to see
Like scars, in a nomads soul
Their mending is so slow
Not the shout, of a hundred enemies
Can make him feel fear inside him
But when sun sets, and the cold arrives
With crushing solitude in the darkest of night
He will ride, across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and a fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone...
With bare hands, he has taken many lives
He's had a hundred women by his side
From enchanted woods, to the freezing north
He is known at every see and far beyond
As the moon grows, and the circle is complete
He lies down and waits for sleep
But there is always a scenery in his mind
Of all that beauty once left behind...
He will ride, across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and a fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone...
He will ride, across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and a fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone...
He will ride, across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and a fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone...
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Another high school classic of mine. That said I reckon I found it in late middle school rather than in high school.
But looking back on it... damn. I would only pay attention to the chorus, but the rest of the song makes my heart hurt just as much. It describes pretty much how I was then. My level of English up until middle school was nowhere near like it was now, though I was always a couple levels ahead of my classmates who were stuck in the A levels. It wasn't to the point of bilingualism which I've got now, and certainly not with... the level of maturity that comes with being in your mid to late 20s.
I certainly don't want to be alone anymore... be a wanderer, yes, but not alone, please.
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