Wanderer

Wanderer, mad with love, What do you search for.
Asking people far and wide, Where the one does reside.
You roam the streets, end to end,
You laugh, you cry,
You urge every passerby,
Hiding the hurt in your smile
that you belong to all the world
Yet no one is yours to hold
Wanderer, mad with love, What do you search for.
Asking people far and wide, Where the one does reside.
The colours of the rainbow converge in her eye
Her voice is as pure As the bulbul’s cry
Your feets are burning as you walk in the flery sun, take shelter
Through every blackened cloud you try to find the furtive white moonlight
You even hear a gentle lilt In the soundless stirring of the wind
You tell all thouse looking on that your lover lives close by
Your gaze deceives itself your way, Her scent is wrapped around your soul
A union has never happened nor the separation
Prisoner of love never has the release
She promised to meet you in the dreams
But you couldn’t fall asleep whole night
My breath also shallowed a bit
My pulse also slowed a bit
Wanderer, mad with love, What do you search for.
Asking people far and wide, Where the one does reside.
You roam the streets, end to end, You laugh, you cry,
You urge every passerby, Hiding the hurt in your smile
that you belong to all the world
Yet no one is yours to hold
Wanderer, mad with love, What do you search for?