I am a nomad
A man without a home
I left my life behind
So very long ago
A stupid little argument
A wild fit of rage
How I’d like to relive that day now

And now I’m a wanderer
Just trying to lay low
Some days the pain is just too much
I have to stop and cry
Or stand and scream, at my lonely friend the sky
It was just a stupid argument
The same in every way
Now for my temper
I shall pay throughout my days

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