Every soul has a purpose,
A destiny that it has to find.
A soul without a purpose,
Is like a man without a mind.
It walks up to the mountains,
It dives into the depths of the sea.
It flies across towns and cities,
Where is the place it is meant to be?
The soul wanders into realms,
It notices new images and beings.
A wandering soul is wild and free,
Will it find peace, faith and charity?
A soul that wanders can move ahead,
To every place in space and time.
The soul looks for a familiar spot,
Neither too cold or too hot.
Where does a soul call home?
Is it someplace familiar in its life?
A soul moves till it finds its space,
A home it can call its own place.