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