The cries of a thousand souls
All lives lost not in vain
The blood shed by an unsheathed sword
Now shines only in pain.
I move across this barren ground
With the clouds, changing with the weathers,
Uplifting all the falling birds,
I try to mend their broken feathers.
I, a nomad, a homeless warrior
Seeking forgiveness, bow this royal head.
But they cannot forgive these deeds of mine.
Cursing me away, those dear to the dead.
Now, an endless abyss of emptiness
Is left in my dying heart.
A feel knowing no end, which knew no start.
Having no place, no loved ones
Not knowing what to live for
Haunted by the memories of those I killed
I walk alone, I’m a lonely wanderer.
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