Wander

She wanders through an empty field
A place where every dream is real
The sky is always bluer here
And thorn-less roses bloom all year
Where sorrows fade into the past
And joy and love are made to last
Tears have not fallen to its floor
No broken hearts come through its door
There are no lies behind a kiss;
“Goodbye” used only to dismiss
But in this place of love and hope,
Without the pain, there is no growth
And so she wanders endlessly,
A child, she’ll forever be.