Out in the streets of this quiet place...
Taking with him nothing more than what his back can carry,
where will all this madness take him to?
It's chilly outside,
his hands get colder and colder to the point were he can't feel anything.
His memories have a way with his thoughts,
as a small drop of water slides down his cheek.
A tear which carries much sorrow over what he has seen and experience.
Experiences which can drive anyone insane,
he knows that, because he has been there.
Nothing but pain and memories best left untold.
Walking down the path of fate,
his fate will always seem to be two steps in front.
Running towards it, when will he be able to catch on to it?
His face frozen, nothing more than the freezing air surrounds him.
The rambling stranger which fears the past, and somehow knows his future is still
in front of him.
An uncertain future, for which he will try not to achieve.
