Hail the Traveler

 

 

Hail the traveler; he is the one

 

The city gates open wide
on a black stallion he rides
head held high above the clouds

To the sun he waves,
to soldiers
in unmarked graves

 

 

Hail the traveler; the world is his

An orphan weeps,
no one sees

The truth is whispered,
no one hears

 

 

Hail the traveler; he is king
ruling over sea and shore

Hail the peace he couldnít bring

Hail him, as he wages war

 

Hail him, he must be the one

 

Hail the traveler!

 

 

December 7, 2003