What Of The Man

There's a flag up there a'flying, on the nest of the crow,
And you wrote down in pencil, the way back to your home,
There's a map on my heart, but its oceans apart,
And that's where, i need to go,

And I'm writing you letters, but your reading them wrong,
And there's grass on the garden, where we once held in song,
With a fistful of hope, and the youngest of ghosts,
I'll get where, i need to go,

So say your prayers,
Because you'll be,
Down here forever,

And don't take your time,
Because you'll be,
Down here forever,

What of the man, who fell to your feet?
It takes more than a man, to harbour the sea,
Your death here is pardoned,
But your spirits so weak,

What of the man who fell to your feet?