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—