The Measure of Man
She's lost her head again among the clouds, seeing rainbows in the sunsets
And everything she touches becomes spun in gold and silk, kissed by angels
Every sunrise that finds her alone and wandering, smiles down upon her
Beautiful nomad, always restless beneath the never ending sky, always laughing
She keeps following the footprints, wondering where they'll lead her next
Her heart never satisfied with where it's gone and where it's been, needing nothing
But the air against her face, the taste of salt from Earth's life giving tears
It's like following the bread crumbs just before they're eaten by the ravens
Never finding home, but never needing to, because home is where you make it
Where your heart leads you to peace, beneath the trees and birds that sing
Through spider webs with hidden meanings, and moss that grows in vain
Oblivious to heartache, she wanders still, kissing frogs with no need for princes
Loving the sound of growing grass and falling leaves, of a river flowing full of life
Until she stops beneath a weeping willow, and sees a man dying with sorrow
And with one gentle kiss, his tears are less, his eyes seeing her and only her
This vision of beauty, free from pain and suffering, bringing lullabies so sweet
She'll take his hand, "let me show you what it means to be free." She smiles
High up above the clouds, she's lost herself again, but the path she walked alone
She now walks to show another the way that life should be led, graceful angel
His heart heals with every flower his fingers brush, with every breath of air
The sun lends her healing rays to wash away his spite, his melancholy woes
Bathing in the river, the dirt on his hands and soul are gone, renewed she laughs
"This is love." Pointing to the stars high above them in the sky, dancing moon
Watching as a fox curls beneath her, pups sleeping soundly, no fear of the night
She takes his hand, he says to her, "This is love." And kisses her beneath the trees
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