In the stillness of the evening air,
Where the sun dips low and the shadows share,
A wandering spirit finds its way,
Across the earth where the wild ones play.
With a heart so free, it dances light,
Chasing the stars that twinkle bright,
Through fields of dreams, on paths unknown,
In the quiet moments, a seed is sown.
Restless whispers call me near,
A melody sweet, with naught to fear,
For in the silence, I hear the truth,
A promise of freedom, a song of youth.
Faith is the compass that guides my feet,
Through valleys low and hills of green,
With every step, I reclaim my soul,
Wandering further, I feel whole.
The rivers speak in a hushed embrace,
While the mountains stand, in their silent grace,
Every breath a prayer, every sigh a song,
In the tapestry of life, where we all belong.
So let me roam where the wild winds blow,
Through the quiet nights and the morning glow,
For here I find the essence of me,
In the earth's soft cradle, forever free.
And when the journey draws to close,
With weary bones and quiet prose,
I’ll rest my heart in the peace I’ve found,
A wandering spirit, forever bound.
Folk
earth, freedom, wandering, quiet, faith