Vagabond

Leave a home, lose a bond, 

Engulfed and become a vagabond.

All a life in a tramp,

No find to mend a cramp.

All a lifelike withered leaves,

Fallen all over in a grieves.

No shade of home,

No brightness to come.

Degrade, despair a soul grieving,

Call them as they are beledigen.

We call them a lone crusader,

All life you surrender,

All souls parted from the land,

Search a way to find sand.

Will they become adamant,

And face the battlement.

Life just make them a wanderer,

We call them a footslogger.

All walking on feet,

When will satisfaction meet?

Let spring bloom them all,

Give their life a happy call.

All shades of happiness are their way,

And life brings brightness to a day.

Let them not remain deprived,

Give them pavement to contrive. 

All merriment in life dwell,

All tunes of sadness turn to well.