Everyone born here,
Off the shores of these rivers,
Travel around,
Only to return back.
An ominous figure in the dark,
Set upon writing the tale,
For years to come,
It was to be.
Seeking answers,
To the searing pain within,
Walking under the shades of trees,
In the cool breeze of the night.
Stories that need to be told,
To be heard,
To be stopped by,
To walk across the distance.