PhoenixWerthan

All your life you´ve wandered, you´ve never settled down. Hoping at the next stop your fortune could be found. Never allowed your roots to spread, you´d be up and take your leave, not letting anyone get too close, too scared to show you feel. A home, you never had one, no friend to call your own, just a thousand different faces, your memory can´t recall. Your restless soul pushed you further, much further than is good. This desire to just keep travelling on, no one ever understood. A home, you never had one, just a thousand sad goodbyes and maybe just one special person would bid farewell with teary eyes. So fare thee