Copyright, Sheepish

There’s a map on my arm
Crimson roads
Freshly dug
Nobody knows
I trace my finger down the tracks
Wonder where I am going
Wonder if I’ll come back
But I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know when I’ll stop
Don’t know who’ll be by my side
Don’t know who will not
I have my arm to guide me
It will never let me
From the path I have chosen
It keeps me safe
I’ll never lose my way.


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