In the valleys of despair, where the shadows playBorn from the earth and molded in clayWe are the wanderers, searching for truthIn melodies woven with stories of youthOh, let our voices carry on the windThrough the hills and the valleys we'll never resinWith guitars in hand we will sing our soulsAn anthem of hope for the wandering soulIn the valleys of despair, where the shadows playBorn from the earth and molded in clayWe are the wanderers, searching for truthIn melodies woven with stories of youthOh, let our voices carry on the windThrough the hills and the valleys we'll never resinWith guitars in hand we will sing our soulsAn anthem of hope for the wandering soulIn the valleys of despair, where the shadows playBorn from the earth and molded in clayWe are the wanderers, searching for truthIn melodies woven with stories of youthOh, let our voices carry on the windThrough the hills and the valleys we'll never resinWith guitars in hand we will sing our soulsAn anthem of hope for the wandering soulIn the valleys of despair, where the shadows playBorn from the earth and molded in clayWe are the wanderers, searching for truth