Let's not haunt the old trails again where pieces of our hearts litter the tracks like dandelion spores.
Let's no longer trust those visions we saw and admit we do not have the power to decipher the symbols that first set our blood racing and pounded silences into our ears.
If a map out of fear had existed we would have learned whither east and west.
Let's be truthful- the stars misdirected us.
If we'd had the will we could've turned cartographer, helping others navigate these bitter waters.
It was just a trial walking down this trail.
Let it fade dear one let it fade.
Let's no longer trust those visions we saw and admit we do not have the power to decipher the symbols that first set our blood racing and pounded silences into our ears.
If a map out of fear had existed we would have learned whither east and west.
Let's be truthful- the stars misdirected us.
If we'd had the will we could've turned cartographer, helping others navigate these bitter waters.
It was just a trial walking down this trail.
Let it fade dear one let it fade.
