But I arose again;
And now I know the tenseness of
Humiliating pain.
THE MAP MAKERS
There was a man who made a map
Of all you see at night;
He made the moon and all the stars
And comets in their flight.
But I arose again;
And now I know the tenseness of
Humiliating pain.
There was a man who made a map
Of all you see at night;
He made the moon and all the stars
And comets in their flight.