Map

I walked across a continent

where children did not bat an eye

when made to watch their mothers die

they left the bodies by the sides of roads

where only willows cried

yes even my own eyes were dry

when somehow there I lost my bride

the ring slipped free and fell beneath the earth

so like Orpheus I bowed and went far underneath the firmaments

my harp strings broke

my voice was spent

I kissed my lady's hand and sent

my two weeks notice with my rent

and she grew cold and softly said

I am not your lover I'm the map you use to find her

I am not your lover

I'm just a map you use to find her

I step outside my room once more

and see what I have seen before

another ship washed to my shore

a figure walked toweards my door

her face is tired her dress is torn

I look into her eyes and feel her thirst

she says I've come across these waters

high pressed on by such auspicious signs

I've watched the stars and read the tides

the winds have brought me to your side

I come to you

I am your bride

and I grew cold as I replied

that I am not your lover,

I'm the map you used to find him

I am not your lover

I'm just a map you use to find him