Walker

Walker
 

The wanderer walks the lost trail
In the confines of a forgotten land
He continues his journey.
Walking on top of corn kernels
And the cane to greenish in the lonely walls
From a sugary land
Make the wanderer, son, tares and wheat
With the headband on the head
Follow the man your destiny
Dangerous walk
In the calloused hands
Take the seeds
From a devastated land
Bitter fervor sense
In the heart of a wanderer
The hard earth makes you son.
A restless son
Hard, strong, rigid, determined
The wanderer went his way.
No matter the battle
He followed with firm steps
Until the end of your journey



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