The Grey Wanderer Softly, the cool night-breeze flows Miles and miles it travels fast Until it greets my face at last And in silent grief it goes. Ages have passed since I was given This quest of wistful mortality To live my life in pain happily And in temptation never weaken. Time could never make in me a change For I am much older than his memory Yet I remember my dawn so clearly Its innocent bliss now seems so strange. Questions I once asked are yet unanswered People I once knew are long forgotten Wisdon I have gained, painfully gotten Wars I have fought, and many murdered. Is there no place for me to go? A short release from my dark fate Or has the wind shut my life's gate For within my heart a dark fire glows To what end will my life flow To what hope will I return My home, the war has thrice burnt Is there no place for me to go?