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Wanderer.

I wrote this song two days ago

I have no idea what it is about, and cannot understand where the inspiration came from.

Video will be posted soon, Le.



Walking along the same path
walking to get to you
trailing across the deserts sands
trailing to get to you
wading through the deepest oceans
wading to get to you
fighting against the toughest storms
fighting to get to you

one day i'll find the perfect route

i'll be there, I'll be there.

Waiting for you

The time is ticking, ticking away
ticking, until we're through
Lives are wasted, lives are wasted
wasted, until we're through
her love is burning, love is burning
burning until we're through
bombs are dropping, bombs are dropping
dropping until we're through
the rain is pouring, rain is pouring
pouring until we're through

One day i'll find the perfect day

I wont be there, I wont be there

trying to forget you

Here we are just another day

another day for you
walking along the same path
a journey just for you
wearing the same old boots again
kicking them off for you
holding me close, squeezing out the tears
I'm here only for you


goodbye, goodbye, so long


one day i'll find the perfect route

i'll be there, I'll be there.

Waiting for you

The First Song.

Pitter patter on the roof,
Can you tell me something new?
Rainbows fly from sky to sky,
But you're staying by my side.
The earth is moving all around,
But we're staying on the ground.
Beauty is surrounding us,
Epiphanies of broken, light.

The raindrops fall from coast to coast.
I'm missing you the very most.
And yet we're all in this today,
In seas of love, lies and rage.

Pitter patter on the roof,
Can you tell me something new?
Birds of prey stalk in the night,
Just like you in broad day light.
You wander 'round the lonesome tows
Wondering who is around.
You see her sitting in the park,
Go on over, touch her heart.

The raindrops fall from coast to coast.
I'm missing you the very most.
And yet we're all in this today,
In seas of love, lies and rage.

The Beginning

Finally, the time to find me. To be; me.

I'm set free. I know that freedom can be incredibly dangerous.

But, I'm ready to seek the thrill: to ungulf in the adrenaline and to take chances that may not alway work out. Spontinatiy is the fruit of my life. It always has and now i know why.

After the walk in the pouring rain, missing people I should have met, slipping through gates I should have stayed behind, talking to people I could talk to forever; I know who I'm going to find

I know who I am.

Just because of them.

Which is not pressing the delete button on who i was.

but morphing into the person i always was going to be.

the person who i need to be.

Me.

Abraham Lincoln -

'And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.'

It's all about now, the future, the people I'm going to meet, the things I'm going to try, the neighbours I'm going to annoy, the music I'm going to play too loud, the possessions I'm going to buy, the cars I'm going to crash, the job's i'm going to be fired from, the thousands I'm going to inspire, the thousands I'm going to piss off, the loved ones I'll lose and the disease I'm going to die of.

Le.