One of darkness, one of snow,
Where did all your friends go?
Lost in the moment
Of their fleeting dispositions
You're destined to wander,
Searching for what's not there.
A mirage is all that's left
You're all but grasping at the empty air
But all you'll find
Is the sand that's slowly falling through your hands.
You've been exiled
Isolated to the very wastelands of your mind.
A desert forever lost.
Your sole purpose,
Your only contentment,
Is that slight glimmer of hope, deep within your heart.
That hope, once bright, has since been dimmed
Forever more, you are The Wanderer.