The Wanderer and the Map

A single green tree smiles down upon me
A minor comfort in a life of loneliness
A single bluebird begging to be heard
A beautiful sound in a life of loneliness

I was a wanderer
You became my map
I wont give up on you
Even if you give up on yourself
Don’t throw your life away
Please just let me help
You are the wanderer
Let me be your map

A fierce young lion leaves you to your crying
A minor comfort in a life of loneliness
You can hear the river where life is delivered
A beautiful sound in a life of loneliness

I was a wanderer
You became my map
I wont give up on you
Even if you give up on yourself
Don’t throw your life away
Please just let me help
You are the wanderer
Let me be your map

We’ll take the bad weather and we’ll live the absurd
We’ll smile at the trees and we’ll sing to the birds
We’ll befriend the lions and live off the river
So take my hand and we can wander together