Wanderer Poem by Janelle Morehart

How can we tell whats right and wrong
Who can we tell who's good and bad
Where's the truth that binds us all
What are the lies that hold us back
When will the song that holds our life
Ring through all the minds
We are who we are
There's no changing that
We are what we can be
So what does that make me?
I wander so restless
So desiring a blissful peace
Im wandering, wandering
Ah my poor sore feet
My heart is bleeding
My mind is burning
My soul doesnt know what it lacks
So how can we tell
Who can we know
Where is that
What can it be
Asking myself these questions
As I wander alone on these sore feet.