My Lost Tribe

Often on days and nights full of solitude,

Walking half woken I wander

Though to all my dear ones I bow in gratitude,

I keep looking around as I wonder.

Will I ever find someone who is just like me?

Will my search ever end?

Will I ever find reflection that of me be?

Will someone ever come for my heart to mend?

I wonder aloud as my heart in pain pounds

As sweet bells with harsh lightning collide

I wander relentlessly as my hidden self makes self proclaiming sounds,

Even as the one people know tries to find a hide.

It tires me to walk alone searching for the one who would be tricked for a bribe,

It now exhausts me wandering all along the parched lands looking for my lost tribe...