Old Soul

He fits no category Falling somewhere between An old lost soul And a seeker of dreams- He's been lost in the dusty regrets That living a life brings And, he's been found while watching The beauty of a sunset Blazing as it sings- He feels faded Like the lonesome North Star Crying on a cold, rainy night His soul overcome with the realization That he has yet to even once Get it just right- He ran away from home When he was oh so young Not hating his life Just loving fun- He spent all the money In his small nation-sack While taking a wrong turn at Albuquerque Never coming back- Some folks told him No one wants to hear the words you say But still, he believed He'd find one who did Some-fine-day- He's seen the sunrise like shinning gold And the moon knowingly wink While clouds passing by Whisper, it's all much truer Than anyone thinks- He's felt the breeze Like a breath of love And the kiss of a deep blue sky Blown down, all around A gift from above- So he'll keep right on doing Whatever it is that he does All for the sake of finding And feeling, the truth of love- Every blessed thing he's ever written Is still out there sailing Here, there, somewhere Riding the wind wild and free Looking for that one soul who truly cares-