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[Wise] // [Graceful] // [Wanderer]
Song of the Wanderer
Across the gently rolling hills,
Beyond the high mountain peaks,
Along the shores of distant seas,
There's something my heart seeks.
But there's no peace in wandering,
The road's not made for rest.
And footsore fools will never know
What home might suit them best.
But, oh, the things that I have seen,
The secret paths I've trod,
The hidden corners of the world
Known to none but me and God.
Yes, the world was meant for knowing,
And feet were meant to roam.
But one who's always going
Will never find a home.
Oh, where's the thread that binds me,
The voice that calls me back?
Where the love that finds me-
And what's the root I lack?
My heat seeks the hearth,
My feet seek the road.
A soul so divided
Is a terrible load
My heart longs to rest,
My feet yearn to roam.
Shall I wander the world
Or stay safe at home?
- Bruce Coville