Old Maps from Praxis by Ex Reverie

We once built a pass through the mountains
Between your land and mine
Removing all that impedes us
How we toiled, how we pledged our time

Now the road between us lies empty
Covered in wild weeds and thorns
And only old maps remember
The lines our path once formed

You led us up to the stone tower
But we were turned away
Back past the crow in the cornfield
When you asked how I felt about caves

Anything you'd like to show me, darling
You know I'd like to see
But I must admit these caves were carved by men into the hills
And I must admit a little unease

And when you go it's always like you were taken
By a force of nature
By a power greater than
Your own will, like the sea just rose and swept in
Breaking furious and white over the mountain

Leveling the town that these hills had hemmed in
Future generations will be left with the questions
Who were these people and the lives that they were living?
Was this the bedroom, this perhaps the kitchen?

And now it's all as fading laughter down the hall
Footsteps on the second floor
Caves underwater

Frail girl, you need to live in a gentle world
Frail girl I wish I could give you a gentle world

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