wanten words of a weary wanderer tears of fire a heart of stone, too much pain love and time for one soul to bare, to know it's path has grown too long, how it achs for the journey of places unseen oh how the soul wants to go home, but the need is too strong it knows it must finish its journey atleast one last time, but how it hurts to hold all of these things that no other must truley see, it is only for the soul to bare these bittersweet burdens, a gift but yet a curse, the soul has grown old, my head grows heavy, my body struggles to hold in the passion, my eyes to release the light, oh how it toils in the knowing it is simply here to wander taking only what is meant for it and giving only what others are willing to take even when it could give so much more, but some things only the soul is meant to know, one has no control over its soul's journey, the body and mind is simply a vessel, a tool to aide in its journey home, just wanten words of a weary wanderer whos soul has grown strong but too old.