I feel as a weary wanderer amidst a long road
Who comes to the base of a hill and rests his head.
Though the journey may still continue on,
He thinks not of what lies ahead.
He sits and ponders the wonders around him,
Content now to rest a while.
His bones ache and his muscles clench,
As though he has walked many a mile.
It’s here he sees the road ahead,
And knows he must go on.
For stories of the past still haunt him,
Of love once had, and love now gone.
Each time he wakes under a large tree or bush,
Barely sheltered from the wind and rain
He checks his mind to find her there,
But he finds only pain.
And it’s in his mind she now dwells,
A faint touch upon his demeanor.
In his heart she resides, too,
And one day he will again meet her.
The road he walks is lonely.
The steps he takes are forced.
The enemy all around him is creeping,
But he sways not from his course.
Each day he hears her calling him,
In distant days that have past.
Each day he bears his burden again,
Each day may be his last.
In searching again for a love once lost,
He’s come to know the truth.
Though he carries his burdens on his back,
His face shows none to you.
The weary wanderer waddles wildly
Through wind and snow and rain.
Where once he felt the warmth of love,
Now he feels only pain.
He’s come to rest here, upon the hill,
Where once, with another, he rested before.
His love, here it originated,
And now passes into lore.
I feel like this great traveler.
The one that bears the weight.
I am this weary wanderer,
But my hour is not so late.
In pain I can find the happiness
Of knowing what once was love.
Through pain I know the real reward
Of knowing what I am made of.
Each scar shows as a trophy now,
Where once the pain was hidden.
And each who look upon my brow
See now what once was forbidden.
I wish once again to see the light,
To have a love again.
I wish once again to know the love
From which this all began.
The road lay ahead of me,
Long and dark and winding.
Though I know not what lie ahead,
I know that love is worth finding.