Wandering Man

Alone on the road,
With no place to go.
A wandering man,
With his heart and his soul.

He knows where he's been,
But not where he goes.
The distant horizon,
Keeps him high on his toes.

A lonesome traveler,
Who is weary and sore.
He's searching for something,
But he knows not much more.

Left on his own,
People stop and they stare,
For this wandering man,
They could never care.

He wanders by day,
And he sleeps by night.
His dream that he seeks,
Is still out of sight.

He's searched all his life,
To fill the emptiness within.
His fear of failure,
The only thing that drives him.

His emptiness and loneliness,
Are one and the same.
While he yearns to be happy,
He only feels his pain.

Wandering man,
Where are you going to?
Wandering man,
What are you looking for?
Wandering man,
Why are you lonesome?
Wandering man,
He's just passing through.

Alone on the road,
With no place to go.
A wandering man,
With his heart and his soul.

His journey not over,
As he passed without a sound.
All that remains of him,
A tombstone on the ground.

As his spirit still wanders,
Searching for his dream.
He'll never be resting,
Until he's finally seen.

This dream that he's searched for,
From beginning to end.
All that he wanted,
Was true love and a friend.

By: Heath G. Schofield

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