The Traveller

There's something that I feel at night
That sometimes lasts till dawn.
I don't understand what it does to me
To make me feel so wrong.
But it has to do with when I live
And the people I'm supposed to know
Aad why I feel so all alone
And why I feel that I must go.

But no journey here can take me
To the place where I belong.
The end of my road is another Time,
So far away and long.
And I left Time not behind me,
But before me yet to be.
Still my Time is far beyond me
In a future I'll not see.

But for what reasons am I lost
And forced to live alone
In a Time three hundred years before
I'll know and see my home?
No memory brings it back to me
On some cold, cold long night,
For the Time in which my heart belongs
Was never in my sight.

Still I sense a friend who's far away
From where I live and be.
And I wonder, though I am without him,
Will he live without me?

For though I'm here for reasons
I may never understand,
In some future life, may I return
To my unknown homeland?

When I am gone, the mark I leave
Must push us one step more.
For, but for those of us lost in Time,
This world would be so poor.
Oh, future dreams from future minds
Are the only thing that lets us fly.

But future minds dreams of future nights,
When, home again, they never have to cry.