The Roads That Carry My Name (Part 2

A sweeping ballad sung by a woman, tender in its memories and strong in its chorus

Chorus
City by city, I carried my name,
Through love and through leaving, through ashes and rain.
My quill in my keeping, my life in my hands,
I sought a place for myself in those lands.
When one road was ended, another began—
A woman of Scribes, and a daughter of Rarn.

Verse 10 — Rorus, Agrhi, Turia
Through Rorus and through Agrhi,
My service carried on;
High Magistrate in Rorus,
With my adopted name set down.
In sixteen, back to Turia,
From March through August’s days,
I brought the years behind me
To the cases in my care.

Verse 11 — Fina, 2019
In nineteen, Fina called me back;
I walked those streets once more.
For a few short days, I led my caste
Within the place I’d served before.
But lawlessness had troubled me,
My things were given back;
On March the tenth, I left again,
My belongings tightly packed.

Verse 12 — Svago and Kael
To Svago, rising by the sea,
I brought my clerk’s own pen;
As Advocate, I found my work—
And there found Kael again.
The years between us fell away
As we began anew;
Once more, we chose companionship,
With all we’d traveled through.

Verse 13 — Kyran and Kyra
Then Kyran came, and Kyra too,
A son, a daughter dear;
Two little lives to fill my arms,
Two voices I would hear.
For all the titles I had held,
For every duty done,
How tender was the name of Mother
Spoken of those little ones.

Bridge — The Wandering Years
And later came the wandering,
The years without a home;
The mornings in another place,
The nights I spent alone.
I carried names no map could show,
And memories none could see;
The woman walking down those roads
Held all those lives in me.

Final Chorus
City by city, I carrie

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Verse 9 — Becoming a Teacher In Thentis, June brought something new: A teaching scribe was I. There’s joy in seeing someone learn, In hearing someone ask you why. The law had long required my voice; Now lessons called it too. I found another kind of work That I could gladly do. Chorus City by city, I carried my name, Through love and through leaving, through ashes and rain. My quill in my keeping, my life in my hands, I sought a place for myself in those lands. When one road was ended, another began— A woman of Scribes, and a daughter of Rarn. Verse 10 — Rorus, Agrhi, Turia Through Rorus and through Agrhi, My service carried on; High Magistrate in Rorus, With my adopted name set down. In sixteen, back to Turia, From March through August’s days, I brought the years behind me To the cases in my care. Chorus City by city, I carried my name, Through love and through leaving, through ashes and rain. My quill in my keeping, my life in my hands, I sought a place for myself in those lands. When one road was ended, another began— A woman of Scribes, and a daughter of Rarn. Verse 11 — Fina, 2019 In nineteen, Fina called me back; I walked those streets once more. For a few short days, I led my caste Within the place I’d served before. But lawlessness had troubled me, My things were given back; On March the tenth, I left again, My belongings tightly packed. Chorus City by city, I carried my name, Through love and through leaving, through ashes and rain. My quill in my keeping, my life in my hands, I sought a place for myself in those lands. When one road was ended, another began— A woman of Scribes, and a daughter of Rarn. Verse 12 — Svago and Kael To Svago, rising by the sea, I brought my clerk’s own pen; As Advocate, I found my work— And there found Kael again. The years between us fell away As we began anew; Once more, we chose companionship, With all we’d traveled through. Verse 13 — Kyran and Kyra Then Kyran came, and Kyra too, A son, a daughter dear; Two little lives to fill my arms, Two voices I would hear. For all the titles I had held, For every duty done, How tender was the name of Mother Spoken of those little ones. Bridge — The Wandering Years And later came the wandering, The years without a home; The mornings in another place, The nights I spent alone. I carried names no map could show, And memories none could see; The woman walking down those roads Held all those lives in me. Final Chorus City by city, I carrie

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