There’s a band of orphan bandits that roam across this earth,
Having been left, by the ones they knew at birth.
By choice, by death, by whatever means, they find themselves alone,
With broken hearts and bandaged souls, together they do roam.
They know each other when they look deep into their eyes,
They smile and they nod their heads, as they recognize.
The untethering of loves vines, when those they love, left.
The senseless loss of who looked on, when they took their first breath.
To bravely step a lonely step into what mayever be,
No longer side by side, a hand that has been set free.
Oh, there is a band of orphan bandits making their own way,
Silently together, while not a word they say.
