strider

When the hurt is gone
and the crying done

when your tears have dried
and your resilience tried,
I shall go, as usual,
without a sign
without a sound
without a word

For your heart will be turned else
and the road is where i'll always belong.

It was told that I would stroll on
and never stop
until I reach the end of my journey
but my journey has no end, nor beginning
So I stroll on.

The end that I have seen
strayed far beyond, I have
so that the only memories in my mind
are that of the January rains
That the only sounds in my ears
are your soft whispers in the dead of the night.

I've made mistakes
over and over
and now is the time for the reaping.
I'll take the bullet
I'll take the wind
And I shall never complain.
So that the moment I'm gone
I'll be forgotten, without a doubt.

I've turned out
to be the Wolf
that scared me so.
Yet I've never shed blood
I've never slain

Where's the wisdom in that?