Desert
There’s a man crawling through this desert known as Life,
and he’s thirsting for love
His body’s slowly dying,
from years of neglect and abuse
His skin is slowly baking,
his heart is slowly breaking
The Oasis he dreamed of doesn’t exist
It’s just another dream the world fed him
And now the world’s turned and left him
an outcast in this life,
a lost soul in the next
Copyright © Daron Long | Year Posted 2006
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