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
