long lost wanderer
falling asleep under branches so old
your feet are worn
your heart so heavy,
the theme of your mind, so overwhelming
casting longing glances o'er
the hills of your home;
ne'er to return.
Oh, once you may have been proud
a love returned, and hearth of your own
but strife has left you broken
with nowhere left to turn,
and so you call the branches of old
your house and hold ..