Behind the cooled footsteps of a giant

In the aftershock and silence

He is paces away

But always roams out of reach

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Every crater left behind

Is a living landmark

Pressed deep into the reveries

Of the vagabonds he guides  

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They change shape overtime

Through riptides they endure

Forever stark in the wild

As eras fade to black

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By their hero’s lost strides

Tribes plot the way back

Back into the haze  

And the echo of their names