I used to roam, Places and people. But it never filled me.
I tried my all, Searching a place to call my own. But there was none.
I roamed, And I roamed some more. But all in vain.
Seeking and searching. Places that were never meant to be.
Then you came, And stopped me in my tracks.
Because I finally found, Somewhere to belong, Someone to call my own.
A home to stay.
But, in time. You left.
Taking my home away.
And all I have left, Is all things past. A forgotten dream and a shattered home. And my wanderlust.
I am. Still searching..
Places never meant to be.
I'll always be a wanderer, love. Until I find you again.