JOURNEY ANEW
I have awoken in a strange world,
I am here alone with no solace,
The far-reaching cold has left me curled,
I wish I could undo all this….
I wish I could see Auron,
And maybe even my mother,
But instead I'm somewhere foreign,
In some wasteland or another.
This place is overrun by Fiends,
Each posing a new hurtle,
I am haunted by strange scenes,
Of a boy garbed in purple.
Where is my Zanarkand?
Where is my home?
Where is my promised land,
My land and my land alone?
What are these newcomers seeking?
They're heavily armored with gear,
It's quite a strange language they're speaking,
They look untrustworthy, I fear.
I have awoken in their ship,
And although they've given me food,
Their agitation is increasing at a rapid clip,
And their oppression is fouling the mood.
It seems they want me to be helpful,
So I'm aiding their excursion to a sunken ruin.
We fought a Fiend most unlawful,
So they could send their energy crew in.
Where is my Zanarkand?
Where is my home?
Where is my promised land,
My land and my land alone?
One of these people spoke in my tongue,
She said Spira was where I had arrived,
And that she was an Al Bhed, the people of the gun.
The city of Zanarkand fell long ago, she contrived.
Suddenly, that dreaded beast attacked,
The foul creature Auron called Sin.
I was flung off the boat in contrast,
For against it, no man can win.
I floated endlessly without a friend,
My hopes far from renewed,
If I wished to see my home again,
I would have to journey anew….
Where is my Zanarkand?
Where is my home?
Where is my promised land,
My land and my land alone?