The Wanderer's Song

I may not look like much

I'm poor and small, it's true

But I know how to give, and I know how to love

Can the same be said of you?

My feet are weary and bruised

From the paths that I have walked

I have been beaten down, I have been used

I've been berated and mocked

I have known happiness and laughter

I have known pain and tears

I have known suffering and sadness

Though I've only lived a few short years

But pain has taught me compassion

Cruelty has taught me to be kind

Hatred and bigotry have taught me how to have

An open heart and an open mind

Life has taught me the worth of love

And every day I live

I learn the more I give away

The more I have to give