For the Wanderer

I found something today
That I had lost
And like the widow with her coin
Rejoicing followed

I have lost my way
A thousand times or more
Until I found

Wandering was in itself its own way
Ewa Beach, the Wanderer
That isolated strip of sand in the middle of an ocean

You may travel far and wide
Hiding, fugitive
No home to hold you
No room to even lose a coin

Who will rejoice to find you
Who will rejoice

One lost sheep
One lost sheep

Sets heaven on fire