Breadcrumbs
If I die before our journey's end I have but a few requests of you my friend Take me and burn me until the embers cool Leaving nothing but sooty ash Smearing white across your fingertips Take and fill a velvety bag Loop it through your belt, cinch it tight Pull out your compass Put on your gypsy shoes And begin Scatter me here Under sunset skys of rich, vibrant color Where the scent of sage dances on the wind Scatter me there On those moss covered cliffs Where echoes crash against the rocks Scatter me everywhere you go Until your compass is faded Your gypsy shoes worn and scuffed Leave me like a trail of breadcrumbs So you may find your way home Again