I left my home to pay the way for others of my clan,
And now I’m stuck in distant shores, away from my own land
Here I have neither kith nor kin, my many sores to heal
All I have is sorrow and pain and it makes a lowly meal.
Bite the bullet, swallow the bile, and take it like a man
For all the sorrows you give out, comes back into your hand.
So I will walk this path alone, and never will I turn
To see the chasm I have crossed, and watch the bridges burn.
