They tell me I'm a wandering soul.
But they don't know where I've been.
I've been a long time on this road-
and still haven't found the end.
They tell me I'm a wandering soul-
But to me I'm standing still.
They're the ones who dart around
looking for the end.
They tell me I'm a wandering soul-
But I know where I go.
For life and love and hearth and home,
lie just around the bend.
But they don't know where I've been.
I've been a long time on this road-
and still haven't found the end.
They tell me I'm a wandering soul-
But to me I'm standing still.
They're the ones who dart around
looking for the end.
They tell me I'm a wandering soul-
But I know where I go.
For life and love and hearth and home,
lie just around the bend.
I found this one written on a napkin and tucked in my journal. I don't remember the story that led to it's inception, but the sentiments still resonate with me.
-DRS
heather,
ReplyDeletei e-mailed you. did you get it?? how are you? alive? well? i hope so. let me know!
Angela