This is a poem inspired by Kenshin, which by the way I do not own, Watsuki-
sama does. If I DID own it, the new OVA would be a little different. ^_^x
1 The Wanderer by CrossedScarsX
Soft steps whisper of the wanderer
Who drinks his tears like water.
Sadness sounds from his shuffling feet,
As the weeping willows weep.
Wanderer, wanderer what do you hide?
Tell me what troubles your heart and your mind.
Is there a story,
That tells of your glory?
Or are you just an outcast
With nowhere to go…?
Tell me traveler, what's on your mind
What is it you hope to find?
2 What kinds of things could you have done,
To make you flee the light of sun?
3 Wanderer, wanderer what do you hide?
Tell me what troubles your heart and your mind.
Is there a story,
That tells of your glory?
Or are you just an outcast
With nowhere to go…?
He's turned his back on the world of men.
Loneliness is his best friend.
Years ago he left his home.
Now here he walks, all alone.
Wanderer, wanderer what do you hide?
Tell me what troubles your heart and your mind.
Is there a story,
That tells of your glory?
Or are you just an outcast
With nowhere to go…?
There lies yet the wanderer,
Who drinks his tears like water.
Years ago he left his home
Now here he walks, all alone.
1 The Wanderer by CrossedScarsX
Soft steps whisper of the wanderer
Who drinks his tears like water.
Sadness sounds from his shuffling feet,
As the weeping willows weep.
Wanderer, wanderer what do you hide?
Tell me what troubles your heart and your mind.
Is there a story,
That tells of your glory?
Or are you just an outcast
With nowhere to go…?
Tell me traveler, what's on your mind
What is it you hope to find?
2 What kinds of things could you have done,
To make you flee the light of sun?
3 Wanderer, wanderer what do you hide?
Tell me what troubles your heart and your mind.
Is there a story,
That tells of your glory?
Or are you just an outcast
With nowhere to go…?
He's turned his back on the world of men.
Loneliness is his best friend.
Years ago he left his home.
Now here he walks, all alone.
Wanderer, wanderer what do you hide?
Tell me what troubles your heart and your mind.
Is there a story,
That tells of your glory?
Or are you just an outcast
With nowhere to go…?
There lies yet the wanderer,
Who drinks his tears like water.
Years ago he left his home
Now here he walks, all alone.
