The wanderer

To the child that wandered off to find the new city, the sunrise

I will find you

I was once a city named girl

I was an orphan and trouble followed me like dogs down a street

Everyone told me the price of love was to be brave, to bear the pain, to feel

But the price was too high for me

So I waited outside on the steps

I waited all night

Music drifted through the air

Through my dreams

I dreamt that I was king

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