I do not own Trigun / Vash: he belongs to the amazing Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.
Shortly after July was lost, before he began to remember more than a few tiny bits and pieces of his own life, Vash's thoughts may have looked something like this...
.
In the Desert
A sea of sand I see
Endless it seems to me
On it, I may roam free
My life a mystery
.
The blazing heat of suns
The weight of packing guns
When folk in towns do shun
My grief then deeply runs
.
I'm blamed for lost July
That thought, it makes me cry
So many then did die
No memories have I
.
Though, briefly, I've made friends
Too soon, it always ends
My head bows, my neck bends
With dust my tears then blend
.
Though peace and love I've sown
Neither to me is shown
Therefore, I roam alone
No home to call my own
.
Long, dry and dusty road
My weary steps have slowed
All in my bag I've stowed
I bear a heavy load
.
The suns begin to set
Though it's no cooler yet
I try, with all I've met
To give and not to get
.
Dark dunes of sand I see
Endless they seem to me
On them, I may roam free
My life a mystery
