Incomplete, I roam
In search of a home
Here I don't belong
This abominating dome

Tired of the road
I wore off my sole
Emptily wondering
In search of my soul

Chorus:
Where is this welcoming hand?
The one that security gives?
Where did I miss the omen?
That sign of the place with no grief

I crossed the grass and the sand
The sea and the river I bound
The moon and the sun I held
But glee was nowhere to be found

Chorus:

Weary of running
I run from the weariness
Where is this creed
That fills voids and emptiness?