Wisdom Of The Wanderer Poem by Sven Rhoads

I have heard the whispers on the autumn wind
And voice of the soul in sweet isolation
When stars are reaching out through the trials
Until all becomes clear in your heart and mind

To bleed for the battle and bleed for the love
But neither will soothe the internal wounds
To keep all the words locked up within
When your soul is longing to cry them all out

In nowhere I have found my one true self
To forge in the fire to be like nobody else
But lone is the path of the wandering soul
Battling more than the days that are ahead
Learning from the silence that's listens to all
Sacrificing blood sweat and tears for it all
Just to seek the chances to be better tomorrow
Than they ever were in their current place

Celebrate every little victory
For tomorrow could be the last
Be the best version that wisdom can bring
As you wander through the wilderness of time