The Traveller

There was a little girl who was floating on a flying carpet. Although she could see many different people she could never seem to get the carpet to slow down

And so it was all the same as it had always been. Nothing had changed, yet it was different. Her heart was an empty cup, devoid of the smallest drop

I walk alone,for who can champion,the champion,Who can care forthe caretakerWho can holdThe Mother?

I stand quiet on the path Gazing around At familiar scenery.I know It’s time to move on. The future calls. There’s so much waiting, So much left to see, Do

There was a little girl who was floating on a flying carpet. Although she could see many different people she could never seem to get the carpet to slow down

And so it was all the same as it had always been. Nothing had changed, yet it was different. Her heart was an empty cup, devoid of the smallest drop

I walk alone,for who can champion,the champion,Who can care forthe caretakerWho can holdThe Mother?

I stand quiet on the path Gazing around At familiar scenery.I know It’s time to move on. The future calls. There’s so much waiting, So much left to see, Do

She wanders alone and lost. The rage gone from her. The pain a memory leaving in it’s wake a nothingness. She is exhausted and hurting at the core. Her hands