Wanderer of the old grey hills,
Be there more than hurt that kills?
Be there fixes to long broken souls?
Be there words for a broken heart?
Wanderer of the old blue seas,
How long does it take to become like thee?
Freshwater rots wood,
But salt doth preserve,
How did thee sail, how did thee learn?
Wanderer of the clouded sky,
Can thou ever teach me to fly?
To soar on the wings of raven or dove?
How i do long to learn from above.
Wanderer of the old grey hills,
Keeper of the love that kills,
You wander to and from my sleep,
And all my heart’s strings do you keep.
What’s this about? Does it have sometin’ do with LOTR?
Actually, it kind of does. The first stanza does, at least. It refers to what I have learned from LotR. The rest talks about life, the one about the sea talks about how i cannot control the course of my life. It is a beautiful and as terrifying as the sea. Blah blah blah blah…
Hi, Maia. I had to give your post a title as the untitled post was causing some URL-building errors (and David couldn’t comment!) 🙂 Feel free to change it as needed.
Thanks, actually, for titling it. Now that you put it there, it seems as though it should have been obvious what to call it, but i couldnt think of anythin before. ^^