Lodestar - The Quill

Here’s what remains of a man, only ashes

Nothing but dust in my hand

Taken to nowhere to ease up the flame

Left him to bleed in the sand

The bridge that you choose can be fragile as crystal

Suddenly you are no more

Never the man you swore should be someone

Placed on a hill to adore

Here’s what remains

Here’s what remains of a man

Lodestar, my lodestar is hidden in haze

Maybe tomorrow will bring me a place

Free from the faces painted upon

People proclaiming their lodestar is gone