• Wandering from a place I once lived and rested,
    But now out-casted and rejected.
    Tossed from the bounds of society,
    I walk in the pouring rain so silently.
    I'm hungry, cold, and alone now.
    These pains can't get to me, that I won't allow.
    I can never go back, I've accepted it, I know.
    So much pain is caused by inner sorrow.
    I am chilled to the bone.
    Deep inside, the sadness has grown.
    I blindly search for a hope that might not be real.
    Then again, maybe it is just hidden by a powerful seal.
    Whether it's real or not, I really don't care,
    Because I will search for it everywhere.
    Despite the rain soaking me with cold drops rapidly,
    My spirit's flame will, forever, burn brightly.

    I am a wandering soul...