Dead of Night

once again, a lonely trail dust settles thick on this lost tale no stars guide, no moon light no haven sought in the dead of night desert days of sun and heat evening comes without relief nothing wet will quench your thirst loneliness remains a curse bedding down on mountain terrain a sudden burst of monsoon rain unrelenting, a driving force even this will not stop you redemption, something needed quick praying to saints, intensity thick but backs are turned no answer comes rising from knees left scratched and numb starting over and over again not letting anything fence you in freedom comes, the cost is high happiness always in short supply rounding the bend, it's looking up divinity finally fills your cup but it has a crack and grace runs free heaven is never a guarantee