Wander, Wander

Someone cried, the day she left her heart,
Distance drifting yet the touch is there.
How can the day become the night?
How come the night can tear her soul?
She wanders the lonely path,
Autumn brings deathly fall,
She’ll wander for her torrid life.
She’ll wander, wander on her own.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 9th March 2010