VIRGIN ROAD
     

The land is weeping
Old scars upon her face, new wounds with blood are seeping
I want to heal her
But I am little more than dust within her keeping
Old circles worn into the stone
Prisms of light amusing fools
And still I know so little, I ache for the horizon
Grey clouds push down and pin me to the floor

Oh, that wish again
I want to take a virgin road
Oh, that need again
I want to take a virgin road

This road is welcoming
Like a maiden it beckons, then skips ahead of me
These cliffs are changing
I see the skeletons of what was once and shall be
Naked and caged within four walls
Imagination takes the wheel
But oceans murmur in my head, sand slips through my fingers
The crossroads sign is swinging in the wind

Oh, that wish again
I want to take a virgin road
Oh, that need again
I want to take a virgin road

Mountains are crumbling
The desert floods as cyclones punish men for dreaming
The forest roots clench
Like greedy fists the chattering lines and humming steel trees
Still there's a rainbow hanging still
Limpid as coral in warm seas
The path glints through my cell bars, I climb upon the rainbow
As cities shriek and fall to ancient blows

I walk then run along the virgin road
Into the sky I take the virgin road



© David Lowe 1992