You’re packing up your sleeping bag,
Your lantern and your tent,
And you’re off to find the life you lost,
But you aren’t sure where it went.
And I hope those mountains teach you,
How to stand both tall and proud,
That you see your life much clearer,
With your head above the cloud.
I hope you swim through rivers,
With their currents swift and fast,
That they show you must be careful,
When you wash away your past.
I hope that you are humbled,
By the vastness of the sea,
That the eagles high above you,
Make you feel like your free.
I hope when night has fallen,
And your fire’s just a spark,
The stars shine to remind you,
That there’s beauty in the dark.
But most of all I’m hoping,
That you’re learning while you roam,
That no matter the distance,
You can always come home