The Traveller

The traveller wears his hat down low

Nobody knows what the traveller knows

Nobody knows where the traveller goes

Head full of secrets, head full of lies

Born in a town where everybody dies

No love from a sister, no love from a brother

The traveller has no recollection of a caring mother

The stale wind blows which ever way the traveller goes

Don’t expect a smile, don’t expect a tear

There is nobody that the traveller holds dear

Head full of trouble, head full of death

Soon the traveller will be the only one left

The traveller wears his hat down low

Nobody knows, nobody knows

But the traveller knows where everybody goes

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One thought on “The Traveller

  1. simmk2287 says:

    Good job creating a sense of mystery. This made me consider the word traveler. There are many people who consider themselves travelers, but I think you’re talking about a homeless and deeply disturbed type who just can’t settle.

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