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
