Carry on, my wayward soul,
But peace will never come for you
In a gilded cage.
You were always meant to run ahead,
Kissing the earth with your feet,
Dancing to the flute of the wind,
And maybe never finding a single home,
But making home everywhere you went.
Carry on, my wayward soul—
May your heart be your compass,
And your wisdom be your map.
May the winds guide you
On great adventures,
And the fates grant you
Everlasting friendships.
May your wanderer's soul
Provide you the knowledge
Of what you want in this life,
And the strength
To pursue every dream you hold dear.
Carry on, my wayward soul—
May you find peace
In chasing the horizon.
May you cry no more,
And cast your sails
Unto the winds—
Welcome home.
