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NOMAD'S LAMENT
by Selia Qynn, 2/92

I am a nomad far and wide.
I've been to the other side.
Where the oceans make me misty.
I can almost feel the tide.

But the feelings will subside.
And then I'll be alright.
No one has to know it. I don't have to show it.
It's better that I hide.

Because if they really knew,
If they could see right through,
They'd know I'm just fluff,
And that's not enough,
And then what would I do?

So I'll just be moving on.
To a place where I belong.
No one will complain
If these clouds blow away,
It's been raining way to long.

So I set my sail again
To parts unknown, my friend.
What was that I heard? The song of a bird?
Or that balmy South Sea Wind?

I am a nomad old and wise.
I have no earthly ties.
That's the way it must be now.
Don't argue with me now.
I'm off to brighter skies.

I am a nomad far and wide.
I've been to the other side,
Where the oceans make me misty.
I can almost feel the tide.