Wanderer

Path to path, you switch,
With snow on your lips and dread on your heart.
A wanderer have you become,
O desperate one.
What has made your heart so heavy?
Why does your lament seem oh so loud?
What does your regretful heart miss?
Is it that warm embrace that you pushed away?
Don’t fret, my dear wanderer.
Because, love won’t commit the mistake your vanity did.
O wanderer, your laments may end now.