I can feel my soul, the one of a traveller,
Like those fallen leaves, blowing away with the wind.
Searching for something, that I've been longing for,
Something that's missing, for I don't know how long.
For all I know, I love the journey
Full of hope and ever refreshing memories.
One day I'll get there, God knows when,
But when I do, I'll be content.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
I can feel my soul, the one of a traveller,
Like those fallen leaves, blowing away with the wind.
Searching for something, that I've been longing for,
Something that's missing, for I don't know how long.
For all I know, I love the journey
Full of hope and ever refreshing memories.
One day I'll get there, God knows when,
But when I do, I'll be content.
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