Wanderer

I rode the desert badlands with a stolen horse and name, A pistol full of questions, and a trail of smoke and flame. They strung me by the gallows under dust and blood-red skies, But I laughed into the noose and never said goodbye. I was a wanderer… And I’ll ride again. I manned the sails of freedom on a schooner bound for black, Chased the edge of thunder, never once looked back. But the storm it split the heavens, and she dragged us all below, Now I drift through coral silence where the drowned men go. I was a wanderer… And I’ll sail again. I fell in fields of winter where the bitter cannons sang, A letter to my mother folded near my wedding ring. The snow became my blanket, and the crows became my choir, But I burned into the soil like a spark that won’t expire. I was a wanderer… And I’ll fight again. I climbed into the cockpit when the world was made of steel, Chased the stars through thunder with my hands upon the wheel. They found my name in wreckage where the fire kissed the ground, But I live inside the black where no borders can be found. I was a wanderer… And I’ll fly again. We are the wind, we are the flame, Born to lose and rise again. Through time and tide, through death and sin, We were wanderers… And we’ll roam again.