You help those you love
Not because you need too
You just want to
You want to help them
To heal their wounds
Wipe away their tears of blood
And take away the pain
But sometimes
Sometimes they don't need it
Sometimes they don't want it
Then what
Give up
Depends on the person
On the past, and present
Depends on who they are
Who you are
Who the two of you are
But one should always know
Not all those who wander are lost
A man of intelligence said that
He was right
I'm wandering
I don't know what for
But I don't need it
Or pity
Or anything
I have what I need
I have love
Isn't that all that matters in the end?