Traveling Lite

Well I'm moving on
I'm turning the bin
I don't know what I'll find
But that path i must singe

The oaks sing a hymn
About a traveling man
And it rings on the leaves
And it falls from the limbs

I'm traveling lit
Won't bear that weight any more
If your waiting for me
I'll be out by the door
I'm just a wisp of the wind
Stirring dust on your floor
If you look down my trail
 Find the wind in the trees
And the weight I once bore

Come on and lets say it lets say it now
Won't be chained to the pain
living this life of grace

The moss hanging down
Breaths a sigh of relief
Cause although I've done wrong
In the end I will fall
And I'll fly on the breeze