Wanderer’s Tale

Call of dawn
Scent of dew
Morning falls covering meadows
With withering hopes

I close my eyes to see the shore
Of fields unbound
Dreams that hold
Blue height of purple skies

A child who cares
A friend who dares
To bear all the tales within

Barefoot boy running across the field
Kindhearted child to find the answers to everything
Eyes sparkling with lifelust dreams and love
Wonders unhidden and sweet kiss of awe

I still can see it all
Uncovered dawn
Awakening hope deep in the end of horizon
I still see that curious boy within your heart

Little wanderer, pure-souled dreamer
Longing for his secret hideaway
The one who believes in all faded tales