Main Travelled Roads

I dressed you in the morning,
for a journey through the past.
We signed our names in shadows,
that I promised you would last.
Main travelled roads before us,
passing slowly out of sight.
The haunted valley chorus,
sweeping softly through the night.
The last four men were waiting,
for their call to take the stage.
And when the curtains opened,
they stood like lovers in a cage.
The crowd in perfect sadness,
closed their eyes to hide their shame.
The dressing rooms are empty,
and nobody is to blame.
I walked through fields of honour,
where the gentle earth had bled.
The young men are still fighting,
and the forest tracks are red.
The hotel lifts are broken,
and the trains are running slow.
The blind man at reception,
never missed a single show.
Main travelled roads behind me,
and a white bird in the sky.
A secret sign to show me,
where the ocean comes to die.
I arose and left you,
sleeping in your silent room.
Eternal is the warrior
who finds beauty in his wounds.