The sun shows no mercy
The grains I tread, despise my name
With set direction

I'll carry this load to the end

Flying above me in circles

I hear the vultures, cawing my name
I feel their eyes upon me
Scarring my skin


By choice isolated
A nomad nods, then turns away

A few steps behind me
His halo got him after all


Flying above me in circles
I hear the vultures, cawing my name
I feel their eyes upon me

Scarring my skin

I shout hey, you!

What do you seek from an underdog?
You might have the high ground
I might be astray

You might be the hunter
Out for a deadly pray!