I’ve traveled a million miles on an open road with memories of home strapped to broken bones. Mama, these dreams are heavy against will that’s strong as stone, but I’ll carry these feet across the desert ground. With the moon above me I’ll hear my spirit howl. Like the wolves that run protecting their forest ground. Mama, I’m meant to roam, to let my spirit soar. High as condors above the mountaintops. I know freedom comes at a cost, but so does happiness that has to be bought. Mama, don’t you worry I’ll never get lost. I have the stars, and a thin blue line between the folds of my map. I don’t know these strangers or places I stop, but my eyes are open to the hourglass of time. Mama, I’m not scared. I know where I’m going. My destination is everywhere. Mama, don’t you worry I’ll be fine. When my cup is full, and my heart is whole I’ll follow the stars, and wander back home.