The Wanderer
Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 2:39 am
A Wandering Soul Mislaid
The wandering soul wanders
Alone through the walks of life
As if a soul abandoned
Mislaid like a stranger
With no companion to call a friend
The wandering soul wanders
Like a wandering soul mislaid
In the daylight
By the roadside
He sees her face
By the fireside
He remembers
How she brightened up the moonshine
And he walks
With his back to the sunlight
Like a wandering soul mislaid
Alone by the wayside
With memories that refuse to hide
He searches for the other souls
Who have crossed to the darker side
And passing by those that shall come to be
He knows he will collide
With the shadows of the wanderers
Forgotten
Like a wandering soul mislaid
Who shall yearn for a soul
That many say is unfit
For nothing but the lonely
And those that offer no more
As miles turn into days
The lonely souls become
Torn in many ways
Shaped by the ignorance
Of others that do not understand
The stranger that moves among them
Like a wandering soul mislaid
A heart without a companion
The lonely soul struggles to decide
Whether to reveal
The pulse that throbs within
Or wither like a rose without light
Like a wandering soul mislaid
The man they call a stranger
Stands face to face
Before himself
And offers up a handshake
To the hardships
That conjure up a fight
And the lonely soul finds
Comfort from the silhouette inside the mirror
Like a wandering soul mislaid
And burned into his memory
Is the love he left behind
The victim’s of his stubborn pride
An open heart that tried to hide
From those who shared a closed mind
And so his defeated shoes keep walking
Like a wandering soul mislaid
The humble stranger keeps wandering
Towards the surrender of winter trees
The man who sees everything
That no-one else believes
Casts his mind into the wind
That carries all that it can bear
Floating in no direction at all
Like a wandering soul mislaid
The burden of all burdens
Sit tightly on his shoulders
The memories of the distant winding roads
Never fade as they grow older
But the forgotten names of those
Abandoned by his love
And made their hearts grow colder
Weigh on his mind like heavy loads
And steal his every breath
He stands as if a man condemned to death
Like a wandering soul mislaid
Now loneliness is his mistress
And emptiness his curse
In his heart is a gaping hole
His lonesome lovers left
Loneliness is a poem
Whose poet has no words
And silence is his daily voice
A canvas without color
The road that leads to another road
Is his one and only choice
And walking right beside
Is the shadow he knows so well
The one he calls his only friend
And with a spirit unbroken
He follows his own footprints
On a journey that will never end
Like a wandering soul mislaid
The wandering soul wanders
Alone through the walks of life
As if a soul abandoned
Mislaid like a stranger
With no companion to call a friend
The wandering soul wanders
Like a wandering soul mislaid
In the daylight
By the roadside
He sees her face
By the fireside
He remembers
How she brightened up the moonshine
And he walks
With his back to the sunlight
Like a wandering soul mislaid
Alone by the wayside
With memories that refuse to hide
He searches for the other souls
Who have crossed to the darker side
And passing by those that shall come to be
He knows he will collide
With the shadows of the wanderers
Forgotten
Like a wandering soul mislaid
Who shall yearn for a soul
That many say is unfit
For nothing but the lonely
And those that offer no more
As miles turn into days
The lonely souls become
Torn in many ways
Shaped by the ignorance
Of others that do not understand
The stranger that moves among them
Like a wandering soul mislaid
A heart without a companion
The lonely soul struggles to decide
Whether to reveal
The pulse that throbs within
Or wither like a rose without light
Like a wandering soul mislaid
The man they call a stranger
Stands face to face
Before himself
And offers up a handshake
To the hardships
That conjure up a fight
And the lonely soul finds
Comfort from the silhouette inside the mirror
Like a wandering soul mislaid
And burned into his memory
Is the love he left behind
The victim’s of his stubborn pride
An open heart that tried to hide
From those who shared a closed mind
And so his defeated shoes keep walking
Like a wandering soul mislaid
The humble stranger keeps wandering
Towards the surrender of winter trees
The man who sees everything
That no-one else believes
Casts his mind into the wind
That carries all that it can bear
Floating in no direction at all
Like a wandering soul mislaid
The burden of all burdens
Sit tightly on his shoulders
The memories of the distant winding roads
Never fade as they grow older
But the forgotten names of those
Abandoned by his love
And made their hearts grow colder
Weigh on his mind like heavy loads
And steal his every breath
He stands as if a man condemned to death
Like a wandering soul mislaid
Now loneliness is his mistress
And emptiness his curse
In his heart is a gaping hole
His lonesome lovers left
Loneliness is a poem
Whose poet has no words
And silence is his daily voice
A canvas without color
The road that leads to another road
Is his one and only choice
And walking right beside
Is the shadow he knows so well
The one he calls his only friend
And with a spirit unbroken
He follows his own footprints
On a journey that will never end
Like a wandering soul mislaid