and wandering hearts can't help but move.
Set to move and be moved, travel light and free,
like a bird with only wind on its back or flight in its wing
to take me just as I am to wherever I please.
but it is a call, the earth wide and wild beckons with a song
a haunting, a soul-piercing cry aloud, "come and dance,
come be free among the rivers and trees, underneath a sky of stars
with ribbon clouds that strand from here out to eternity
past the green mountains where the naked eye can't see."
I will keep you wild, child, and we'll traverse and trek from shore to shore
from here to kingdom come, forevermore,
or until the good Lord calls us home.
I will see you on the other side,
brother and sister, this new and golden, shining kind of pure.
but for now, vagrant heart, I'll kiss you
sweet, and slow, and long.
drawn out like the coming dawn
underneath the open skies, a big and terrifying blue,
I'll hold you in a moment and not let go,
set to ramble over open road,
hearts born for leaving with feet quick to move.
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