Traveller's Curse

A Ranger takes a lonely route
Beyond the vale and through the wood
She climbs the mountains near and far
To ease the pain of her old scar.

She knows the rocks of rivers crossed
Her map is true, she’s never lost.
She tells the waters of the seas
Her plights, her problems and her pleas.

She wanders through the city streets
Her travel purposes defeats.
She roams throughout the countryside
There is no one she can confide.

But then, perhaps, there is a friend
On whom her every need depend
He leads her to the pastures green
And by still waters they are seen.