Aya

Down she goes
Down lonely roads
Seldom spoke
And often cold
Held a camera
In her hand
She held the world
There she woke
On her own
Bed of stones
And weary bones
California
Sent a map to guide her home

There she goes
Down valley roads
Summers gold in her hair
Held herself
Bout as high as the nests in the trees
There she goes
That lonely girl
Framed the world in her view
Was in love
With the rocks and the worms underneath her feet
And nothing more

Down she roams
Down lonely coasts
Not a soul
On her path
Lonely wanderer
Left her castles
In the sand
There she woke
In a blanket of white
And a fire in her eyes
She's a soldier
Oh she's marching on tonight

There she goes
Down canyon roads
Winter coat on her back
Sat alone
Skipping stones in a river so flat
There she goes
That lonely girl
Heart unwound in precious curls
Was in touch
With the bluebirds above that would sing
To her
And nothing more
They would sing to her
They would sing to her