Heard this somewhere......
Not all who wander are lost
Not till the loom is silent
and all the shuttle cease to fly,
shall time enroll the canvas
and reveal the reason why
The dark threads are as needful
in the weaver's skillful hands,
as the threads of gold and silver
from the pattern he has planned
We weave these threads together
we weave them in with light
over tears and fears and laughter
we weave the threads of life
we take the light of ages
we work them once again
And hope the colour matches
our dream without the pain
Not all who wander are lost.......
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