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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Welcomed

The cable car begins to slide

While winds are calm, 'tis a smooth ride

Beneath my feet a chasm yawns

Invisible till morning dawns

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Those things unseen are no less real

Like love that makes my heart to feel

A deep concern for others' pain

Whether hidden, or in sight plain

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A slight bump comes, the car does stop

I know I'm safely past the drop

The door I open, and my feet

Again with solid ground do meet

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From far above, the star-filled sky

Does light my way to lights less high

A guard peers 'round, and with a smile

My hand he shakes, "It's been a while!"

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"Thank you," I say, and I smile too

"It's been too long since we've seen you!"

Kind greetings meet me, left and right

And stop not with the morning's light

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To me, such kindness is so rare

That I must struggle not to stare

Or cry when warm welcome is giv'n

To me, this is a taste of heav'n.

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O God, please bless the people here

To me, they have become most dear

From them, before, I've had welcome

In part, for this, they are my home