I held an atlas in my lap
Ran my finger across the whole world
Where does it hurt?
I held it close this time
Ran my finger over the bleeding atlas
Does it heal eventually?
Not yet not yet, the scars havent yet healed
I shone my torch this time
Over the moaning globe
Whispered this time
What of your beauty, the seas and lakes?
Sigh sigh pure blood outnumbered pure water
I knelt down besides it
Lay my hand over the world’s picture
And whispered yet again
Don’t your lost beauty you desire?
Its been a while its been a while i fear to see my reflection
It lay beside ?
It hurts it hurts all this time I’ve waited for these words to escape your lips