Monday, January 24, 2011 Monday, January 24, 2011
Wanderers
Someone said this to me,
"I'm getting used to life, alone
where no one hears me scream
no one to pick me up when i fall
no one to laugh along with me
no one to walk alongside me
rain or shine
rich or poor
in health or in illness
hand to hand, heart to heart
face to face, eyes to eyes...
A wanderer doesn't care that much
for he have nothing to protect
no reputation
no power
no status
i travel the world as long as i can walk"