The Wander

So I wander, so I run
so I'm looking for the sun.

So I come upon a world
where nothing's as it seems

So I come upon a night
where the stars refuse to gleam.

So I search, So I stumble
so we all know how to tumble.

Like a bird, Like its  prey
everything must end someday.

So let me run, let me fly
all I have to do is try

And I will find a way to fight
against myself, against this night.

So someday I'll be free
So someday I'll find me

And I'll never have to run,
and I'll wander with the sun.

Till these things at last should end
but like our dreams still fly again

Rainbough Bouchard
copyright 1998

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