A wanderer approaches you
His eyes are those who've seen the world
For this man, what would you do?
Turn your cheek and fear his act
Or greet him, ease what he's been through
He'd smile back, old and worn
Like painted art that's lost its hue
"Release hearts still confined, forget not your own."
His advice a mountain, solid and true
Every day you'd meet those eyes, growing ever-so softer
The wandering soul has advice for you