The Lost Wonderer

The dark and weary night
The stars are up in flight
People are starving
Some are craving
Night time remains unrest

The civilization is not at it's best
Even when war was inevitable in the past life
Now humans cannot survive
Harsh climates, loud noises, people crying
This land is neither for the weak nor the mighty

But for the lost and stolen
The traveler has awoken from a stolen dream
After 200 years of frozen agony
Only to wake from a fatal doom
The land is not your home

But it seems the house he built is burned.
The wife he loved is dead
The son he loved is gone
This land is not your home
The sign on the billboard says welcome home.

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