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By redplasticroses Date: 2005 Sep 12 Comment on this Work [[2005.09.12.00.41.32238]] |
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The Wanderer I have always been there for you At 10 am or half-past 2 When you need my counsel or warm arms to hold you When the world has turned its back And all the street signs disappeared Twice I have asked to join me Twice I have heard my own voice echo like a boomerang in the night I will ask no more You are lost I am not your map Nor do I want to be Nor will I drop breadcrumbs to help you find your way back to me I am confused, not bitter You above all men need to be free I understand enough to know Through silver moonlight fractured dreams, Through visions lost and found You need to find your own way out of the maze Through dreams you've chased battles you've fought Lessons that were hard-won On rough and silent seas You will do so In your own time I feel you deep inside of me Like a clock quietly ticking away Ever present yet out of sight You have so much emotion kept inside Fearing the love and acceptance you could give? For your journey I have given pieces of my heart and soul to you And my prayers Whatever will be, will be Happenstance destination? Return to me? You and the sea? Perhaps some cold winter night When the windows of my home Are thick with spiraled frost My once brown hair turned gray Perhaps as the pastures and meadows Lay silent under a crust of new-fallen snow Glistening under the pale moon Perhaps the wanderer will knock upon my door And my heart will welcome you Home And you will know It is where you were always meant to be |