Strange little wanderer, out here so far from his home,
And he wears all his tears like the blanket of years that he owns.
If you ask him his secrets, he'll say there's nothing to tell:
Still, he has a few.
And his eye as he looks all around, like a painting are bound
In two-dimensional view.
I've been that wanderer most of the days of my life.
When I think of some parts it cuts into my heart like a knife.
If you ask for my secrets, I'll say why would you possibly care:
Still, I'm glad you do.
And my eyes as I turn them about, make me cast away doubt,
Resting on you.
I've searched through the world, looking for a safe haven for hope,
And I find I've been looking through the wrong end of the telescope.
But you opened my mind, and you put a smile on my face:
Hope came to me.
You put love in my heart, and touched all the cobwebs with grace,
And the gift was for free.
Strange little wanderer, now long at last you've come home,
To the arms of a love that will nevermore leave you alone.
If you ask him his secrets he'll say there are none, and it's true:
You might think it odd.
And his eyes as he looks in and out, see the love all about:
He sings praises to God.
©1987 Dlmbrt
Lovely poem/lyrics, Dave ~ thanks so much for sharing this with us!
Love & light,
Penny :-)