The Lost Soul

There was a moment toward the end of my teenage journey to Ireland where I knelt on Galway green and wept and prayed and apologised and lamented. I’d got so much wrong and made so many mistakes. But it took the lessons I learnt on my pilgrimage to see them. It was all about laying my lost soul open.

I have walked for many a mile in the cold and in the rain. And I will walk for many a more, I’ll not come back again. I found home in many a door and roamed with many men. I have walked for many a mile, I’ll not come back again.

I have walked for many a mile all over the fields of gold. And I will walk for many a more over hills and lanes of old. I’ve found home in many a door all in dear Galway. I have walked for many a mile, I’ll not come back again.

I have walked for many a mile and oh my soles are torn. I will walk for many a more all in search of days I mourn. I lay down my troubled heart all on the grass so green.

I have walked for many a mile and learnt from what I’ve seen.

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