With backpack full we leave our home
And round the world begin to roam
Fear and dought are put aside
As we embark on this Jesus ride
And to this place we all have come
Without our friends or dad or mum
And so we live the travelers’ way
Getting close to those who cannot stay
When time has come to say goodbye
We hug, we kiss, we sometimes cry
So to you travelers passing though
Take head of this for one day you
Will return to the countries whence you came
Leaving nothing but a faded name
And when you go across the seas
Taking nothing but your memories
Will you look back and proudly say
I lived part of my life the travelers’ way
No, I did NAHT write this, I found it in a hostel in Sydney. But I loved it and thought I should share it. And hopefully we WILL leave more that a faded name and take back WAY more than memories!!!
