The Wanderer s Song

Snow falls soft on a frozen town
A boy is taken, a sister's crown
Of grief and grit and a vow unspoken
A thread of gold that the world has broken
She steps into the dark alone
A hearth of ice, a heart of stone

Walk on, walk on, through the plague and the flame
The road knows no mercy, it calls not your name
Through dragons and dungeons and towers of lies
The truth is a compass that never dies

A scholar wanders with ink-stained hands
Who dreams of flight and of distant lands
He builds his wings from a coat and a prayer
And carries a girl through the midnight air
They fall, they rise, they lose their way
But the gold in the dark will not have its day

Walk on, walk on, through the plague and the flame
The road knows no mercy, it calls not your name
Through dragons and dungeons and towers of lies
The truth is a compass that never dies

Ten years are a shadow, a bruise on the skin
The boy becomes a prince of sin
But a sister's voice is a thread so thin
It cuts through the castle, it calls him in
And the walls come down, and the gold runs dry
And the boy remembers how to cry

The road is long, the road is cold
But some are brave, and some are bold
And some just love too much to fold
So walk on, walk on
Walk on