She stands on the platform,
An overnight bag between her feet.
She wants to escape
Her family are wearing her down
And her job is stealing her soul.
She loves you.
And she loves the place you call home.
She is a traveller by design,
A wondering soul. Hating the world
That ties her wings to her body.
A dreamer by nature
And drifter by choice. Never staying
In one place for long.
She escapes into your arms.
You believe in her when others
Refuse to put faith in her.
She has no faith in herself.
But who can blame her.
When no one believes in you
You don't believe in yourself.
She is a traveller.
Moving from one place to the next
Searching for somewhere to call
Home.
