I am a wanderer I am a half-filled cup
With zest and with gusto never thinking to stop
I wonder why dreams are never-ending, haunting
Pushing one to the limit, aiming that one thing
I hear laughter and giggles, I see love and travels
I want home I want peace, and everything that unfolds
I am a wanderer I am a half-filled cup
With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop
I pretend to walk with grace, meeting their every gaze
I feel their welcoming smile and heartwarming embrace
I touch a sad child’s face, making him happy in many ways
I worry about inaudible cry, unheard and unaddressed
I cry about sad songs, sad movies and scenes
I feel their every word, their heartaches and pains
I am a wanderer I am a half- filled cup
With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop
I understand that life is sometimes unfair
That I should be bold and daring, and at the same time fair
I say that when it gets tough, it becomes more exciting
I also dream of healing hearts, healing pains I sing
I try to lend a hand, shrug sadness, pat shoulder
I hope to ease a lonely heart and bring joy forever
I am a wanderer, I am half-filled cup
With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop
naida supnet
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