There is comfort found in places known
By only wandering hearts
Deep secrets so divine and mystical
They are works of art

To look upon these wonderment's
Of such enduring grace
One must first travel many miles
With tears upon their face

There must be great knowledge of
The way a heart can feel
Held under by the ties of *******
A small circle may reveal

The walk of losing who you are
You must first complete
When this walk is finished
Have no shoes upon your feet

When you have cried so many tears
You no longer want to be
Lost everything you have and hold
This place is yours to see

When the circle has been broken
And you find yourself set free
You'll find a wandering heart finds comfort
Being who they want to be