I do not own Trigun / Vash "the Stampede": he belongs to the amazing Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.

Things Vash may have pondered, at least part of the time, during all the many years when he wandered alone.

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Desert Sunrise

The suns arise, another day

Their light will help me on my way

Their glory spreads across the skies

And I must blink to spare my eyes

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A world of mostly grit and sand

This desert planet, No Man's Land

A tumbleweed rolls swiftly by

A drifter, just the same as I

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July is lost, and I am bound

To search until Knives can be found

I fear his purpose will not bend

Until his life comes to an end

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His hatred 'gainst all humans burns

It boils within his heart, and churns

That bitter brew, it drives him mad

Seeing this, it makes me sad

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How well I loved him way back when

Children we were, instead of men

I love him no less now than then

That love has become filled with pain

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Alas! Would that I knew a way

From his dark purpose, Knives to sway

The humble people who dwell here

I will protect, though it costs dear

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O God, Who dwells above these skies

Teach me, please, how to be wise

They say You want souls to be free

If You choose... do it through me