The Spirit Of Travels
It's always sad to leave the land where you were born where your friends are
It's really hard to change the place where is your home where your roots are
But it's so cool to feel the wind calling you for wandering filling out the sails
Listen to the calling voice of your restless soul look at wandering star
If you want to roaming free cast away all useless thing
Keep opened your eyes for different views
Do not turn off your chosen road when meet with any bars
It is so nice to come back home after long trip with many impressions
Your own house your own bed so peace and quiet fills you again
But once you stop delight in rest and try to do to do your best
You start to roll the travel's wheel preparing for the road fair wind you feel
East or west home is best the old proverb comes to your mind
But something keeps you traveling while road to home still stays alone