Little wander

I was three when the world fell apart,

Mom and dad tore our home in half.

A stranger came with a heavy hand,

Me and my brother learned to run, not stand.

And I still hear the echoes in my head,

The cries, the fear, the things unsaid.

But I was just a little wanderer,

Looking for a place called love.

Through broken doors and empty arms,

I carried hope I’d rise above.

Oh, I was just a little wanderer,

But I never lost my heart.

Through all the pain, I found my flame —

And it still burns in the dark.

At eight I ran to my father’s home,

But the bottles spoke, I felt alone.

At thirteen, found another door,

But love there meant to scrub the floor.

Fairytales don’t come for me,

But ashes taught me how to breathe.

’Cause I was just a little wanderer,

Looking for a place called love.

Through broken doors and empty arms,

I carried hope I’d rise above.

Oh, I was just a little wanderer,

But I never lost my heart.

Through all the pain, I found my flame —

And it still burns in the dark.

Seventeen and out the door,

Chasing dreams I’d never known before.

Got lost in nights, in smoke and wine,

But somewhere there I drew the line.

At twenty-six I crossed the sea,

Left my ghosts in old concrete.

Found in Finland winter skies,

The strength to start a brand new life.

I’m not that little wanderer,

I’ve built my place called love.

Through all the storms and lonely years,

I’ve learned what I’m made of.

No longer lost, I found my star,

It’s shining in my scars.

The little boy who ran from pain —

HE finally made it far.

I was just a little wanderer…

But now I’ve found my home.