And I roved this world
with agony on my shoulders
a cane in one hand
and the other behind my back
like an old tired man...

this is how I became a prey for affliction
the hand of mercy has taken it's warm clothings off my weary body
and the Angels parted from me
for some ages now...

I wander through meadows and hillsides
like a broken winged eagle
left for the harsh elements of nature...

where are my people and my friends?
lost, or did I miss the turn somewhere
I just do not know...

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