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by
Zlae
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Poetry And Lyrics
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| Submitted on 07/11/2011 |
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A thousand nameless faces staring expectantly
Desperately wishing to never take his place
Arms tied behind his back; He's lead to his pyre
Not a tear will run down his dusty face
He'll watch the cowardly expressions; His own show
To keep his mind off the chafing on his wrists
A lone wanderer; nobody knows this nameless stranger
If you're not wanted, you're never missed
Just lead him towards his sentenced end
Tear bringing, dreams dying
Watch this nameless stranger descend
Ropes swinging, children crying
Let this camouflaged stranger stand proud
As he's swinging in the final embrace of the ropes
See his shoulders slump; Bravado's exhausted
No dreams of salvation, no more fairytale hopes
Watch the small child clutch his mothers hand
A steel, firm anchor gripping the ground of reality
'Momma, what are they going to do to him?'
Head turned down, silent tears slide down in finality
Innocence can't exist in a bloody place like this
So stop trying to salvage what isn't there
Where bodies hang from rotting tree limbs
And sanity's drifted off elsewhere
That little boy's going to grow up, one day
Rebellion and hatred will age him quickly
Trying for revenge for his deceased mother
Ignoring the pleas of the teared-down sickly
The man's footsteps echo loudly on the wooden stage
Smiling grimly, he displays a mocking bow
Outraged guards strike him down in apparent justice
He just lays paralysed; No one can help him now
Not even the preacher of the local, money-hungry cult
Nor the little boy clutching his mother with wide eyes
Even the silhouetted audience is thinking of a solution
What to do with the man concealed in a guise?
'That man's a lone wanderer, chosen to be that way,'
Hands in his pockets, head tilted towards the ground
Just hiding his face, like so many others do, now
He's only taking by example in this shadowed town
So should he stand up, and fall into the ropes' embrace?
Or stay down, shying away from confrontation?
Just lay low, hide behind those taller and prouder
This pride is his inevitable damnation
Just lead him towards his sentenced end
Tear bringing, dreams dying
Watch this nameless stranger descend
Ropes swinging, children crying
That lone wanderer will never fall in a shadow
He'll stay stubborn 'til his last, shaky breath
Until those ropes bring him about to his very end
He'll stay clear of the embrace to death
As his foot slips off the wooden stage
He's taken down by the force of his weight
That lone wanderer that nobody ever knew
Showed his understanding a little too late
Now hanging as decoration on a rotten tree limb
That lone wanderer knew what was to become of him
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Title:
Lone Wanderer
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Artist:
Zlae
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Description:
Tell me what you think please. Copyright me. Thank you.
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Date:
07/11/2011
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Tags:
lone
wanderer
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