In This Place

Am I justified for here I stand on hollowed ground
Upon this dusty trail of flint and stone
In this place where will I roam
For in my heart, I have no home
For in this land, what shall I eat
These faded words I long the speak

Before the night where will I sleep
And as I sleep will I surrender
To the sounds of distant thunder

For In this place I long to ponder
Where I walk, I like to wonder
As the leaves fall from the trees
Will I dream of better things

Beneath the stars for here I stand, a withered man
Upon the trial of flint and stone
Where I walk, where will I roam
For in this place I have no home

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