Mapmaker

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Will I make it home Or make a name for myself Will I make it back alive Will I see your face again Call me Mapmaker They say that I'm flying too close to the sun Sailing too close to the edge From the trenches to the ends of the Earth Lost in these, these savage lands Lost in these, these savage lands This is not, not what I had planned Will I make it home Or make a name for myself Will I make it back alive Will I see your face again There are eyes in the trees They watch us Ready to swing their blades And carve the meat from our bones From our bones Should my own flesh and blood Suffer for my sins Will I make it home Or make a name for myself Will I make it back alive Will I see your face again Will I make it home Or make a name for myself Will I make it back alive Will I see your face again