Miles & Miles

In the early morning breeze
I walk alone; a drifter in this world.
I hear whispers through the trees.
They linger on, saying things that hurt.

And the cold keeps biting,
as I keep on fighting.

Clouds are sailing by, leaves are flying freely
and with faith I wander on.

Miles and miles I go, where the wind will take me.
I seem like a stranger meant to roam, oooh
searching for a home.

These two arms surrounding me,
while stumbling through this dry and barren land,
won’t let go, but set me free,
they are my roots in the dirt and sand.

But the cold keeps biting,
as I keep on fighting.