Vagrant Story

Waking up on a moonlight meadow at night
A gentle breeze blowing like autumns first breath
Stumbling through the murk I explore the shades
Leaving all the past anxieties far behind....

The celestial stars are shifting
As the grass starts to sway in the wind
Branches silently groaning around me
I'm standing in misery and woe.

The rising haze …
Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning
And so my will to live had died
Becoming a lone wayfarer, never to return.

A fate condemned into the dark
Amongst the shadows I wander
Where only candles light my way
Throughout these endless fields of forsaken souls.

Watch the lonely candle's flame burning out
Still even in deepest despair there's a spark of hope
I'm all alone seeing my veneration subside
Where solemn faces are edged upon hallowed soil.

The rising haze …
Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning
And so I became one with the wind
A wanderer seeking solace in the faraway.

I hear the spirits dance around my memories in black
Laughing at my despair and tears
Carried away by the stormy gale
To fall like rain on distant shores.

The rising haze …
Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning
And so I am telling you this vagrant story
Of a restless soul unbound and free.