How do I know I'm the first?

Wanderer of the ...
Can you ... see ...
Rising and falling on ...
It's only ... who follows you.

Back from the brink

With all hope almost driven from me,
I'd at last been set free.
The silent invaders released their grasp,
The blue skies back at last.

What must be done

I wish it had not come to this,
Seeing truth as true loves kiss.
The price to pay for clarity divine?
Eyes of youth that were once mine.