Rove
Home is behind the world ahead I can't seem to settle in
In the dawn I wait for the sun with stars and bread
With my eyes closed I float like a swan
The light it is gold
In this early hour I could carry on
So, I will stroll through the snow
As I'm heading to the dawn
I wait for the sun with stars and bread
Not all those who wander are lost
My feet are strong
Among the pines I feel alive
And the woodland so quiet speaks to me
In frost covered lines drifting by
As I'm heading to the dawn
While I'm up high with mist tendrils caressing my eyes
I grow taller with each cold breath drawn
The tragedies below seem to fade before the dawn
Before the dawn I wait for the sun with stars and bread
Not all those who wander are lost
My feet are strong
Autor(es): Black Oak