Wander

I crossed many lands,
Lands of beauty,
Beauty may seem wonderful,
But inside these majestic royal lands,
Are not seemed to be.

I saw many people,
Cheery faces and togetherness,
Seeming that there's peaceful harmony,
They hid their darkness,
Which may be crossed-winded.

Wandering,
Such a pleasure,
Being able to see,
hear and taste,
These many experiences.

But until I find a home,
I'm sure,
Someday this wanderer,
Will find a home and,
Finally end.