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I’m a wandering soul

People call me wander

Because I have no soul

I’m travelling from pole to pole

My hair turns blonder

As I search my soul

Wanting to belong

I’ve ended up in Hong Kong

I don’t belong

People just don’t see me

Wandering in the wind free

I’ve travelled so far

Yet I find no star

I find no home

No place to stay

I want to be held

With nothing can I mend

I just want to belong

Where I am told

That I belong