“The Wanderer” and “This Is What I Sing”

The Wanderer

My morals were strong

But my faith was waning

Waning like trees in a tough wind

My time passes

Like fish in a fast-flowing river

My mind is spinning

Like the leaves before my face

And yet I travel

No matter what obstacle

Whether blizzard, people or walls

I travel on

I leave bad impressions on the people I meet

Wherever I’m heading I don’t know

Nobody knows

But I travel here and there

Never finding my place

Like a tree among shrubs

Like a sheep among wolves

Like snow in the summer

And a swimmer in winter

I stick out and I’m unlike the rest

So I put on a mask

White, plain and without distaste

Without emotion in truth

For behind the mask is a monster

At present all I can do is travel

But now my mind is clear

I’m truly running and not traveling

Cunning myself from what I can do

For the side of me that must stay hidden

Can’t be hidden

I stop then and there and head to the nearest village

And walked among them

I tore off my mask

And among the gasps

One soul so tiny

Felt pity

The child took me in

Loved me

Cared for me

And I felt at home

Soon people saw the man I can become

And I became that man

For to leave the monster behind

I had learned the truth

And now I, the traveling monster

Had a story to tell

To tell my children my song

About the monster of a man

I point at the mask

The one I hung on the wall

And told my children my song

About the monster who took off his mask

And they’ll ask how I changed

And I say I believed I can become

And I finally found peace

This Is What I Sing

As I walk slowly I began to see

That people are different than me

I sing my song

They think is wrong

I stick out this is what I sing

I do things so different

I see through eyes so different

I sing my song, they correct it

They sing a different song

So I duck and dive through the throng

Of people who say I’m wrong

But I sing a different song

All my life I sing differently

Do it differently

Talk, live and breathe differently

They speak of normal

What is normal I ask

Not you they reply so

I’m slower at one thing and faster at others

I wish I could like any other

Someone other than me

But I can’t

So I struggle through life

Through happiness through strife

I sing my song differently

Maybe I’m wrong

Or maybe I’m right

Others are wrong

And now I sing a different song

One that’s happy

And now not for long

Someday my song will be accepted and no longer wrong

This is my hope my prayers my song