I've seen where many
heroes lie
Where oceans stop
and touch the sky
My feet have walked
the distant lands
And worn and
callused are my hands
I know which plants
are good or cruel
Which beasts are
wise or daft or fools
My mouth has spoken
many tongues
I've met men famed
and men unsung
And yet I still have
not home
My fate is to
forever roam
Through forests,
mounts and valleys deep
My eyes may rest, my
soul won't sleep
So 'pon a path I'll
draw my last
For trav'ler's feet
do not slow fast
But after that a
road anew
Shall open up with
burdens few
And though my lungs
shall draw no breath
For me there never
be a death
amazing
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