I am a lonely wanderer
On my way towards death.
I love the clarity of air
Each time I take a breath.
I love the friends who walk with me
And then must go their way.
I love the sun at dawn and dusk
That celebrates each day.
I love to laugh at all the things
That do not know they're fun,
And weep at all the things that wound
And shrivel up by the sun.
I never saw my angels face
And will not have a child,
I wish to stay forever this way
Tempestuously, fighting for every may
Filled with passion and delight,
I love to live my solitary life.
But even so, I share with you
My joy, wind-whipped and wild.
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