Wandering down a road not a clue where it goes
trying hard to keep myself right up on my toes
who knows if I'll turn out as good as my dream but
this life is not too bad so far it seems
I'm a wandering soldier on my own battlefield
trying my best to keep a hold of my shield
this war that's in my mind might last my whole life so I'll
keep wandering 'till I find what's wrong and what's right
Found myself in my own good company
the journey never ends as far as I can see
missing some friends but I don't care anymore
forgot all about them when I walked out the door
I'm a wandering soldier
wish I never told her
she might have stayed true had I
stopped looking for something new
Made a pit stop I think about halfway
keeping track of every single word that I say
took a few wrong roads but as everyone learns
you just got to know this journey comes with some turns
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