You came here empty minded <br />In this weary world one day <br />To shape a soul out of body <br />As the potter moulds out of clay <br /> <br />You walk this lonesome valley <br />And your feet is getting sore <br />When you think you made it home <br />You have to walk a little more <br /> <br />You rest yourself in meadows green <br />And pray the sun to heal the scar <br />Then onwards on your journey <br />Unto the quest that waits afar <br /> <br />You wade in the winding river <br />And you try to find the key <br />To the flow of living water <br />That will open your eyes to see <br /> <br />You came here empty handed <br />And nothing will ever remain <br />Other than what will come <br />From giving life back again <br /> <br />But somewhere 'yond the mountains <br />'cross the valleys and the sea <br />There is something in the Highland <br />That calls for you to see <br /> <br />Copyright © 2008 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved<br /><br />Göran Gustafsson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-highlands/
