Wandering souls I see,
Looking for a place,
Where they belong,
Some are blessed,
For their quest is short,
Rest all disgusted and tired,
Of the toll it takes,
But none ever stop,
For they do believe,
There is a place,
Where they belong.
I feel sorry for them,
For all the pain suffered,
Hoping against hope,
Not ready to admit,
Not all belong,
To the green meadows,
And the fairy lands,
Look around,
You could be there,
Whether you like or not,
Where you stand could be,
Where you belong.
They don't listen,
It's only human,
To long for everything better,
And they shall continue,
To wander with hope,
For a place,
They Wish to belong,
Forgetting where,
They actually do ,
The fools and The wise,
Have no distinction here,
I can't help but pity,
These souls wandering,
Until that day when,
I look into the mirror,
And the man there asks-
"They believe in a place,
Where they belong,
If you are so sure, tell me,
Where do You?"
