To Roam
I'm a wanderer
I have no home in the world
No country, no land
I've lived this life just floating on my own
Each day and night I travel
I close my eyes to my reality and awaken to many worldly destinations
But now I find myself standing still
After all this time I realize that yours is the place I most long to be
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