No Hope In Sight

Blistering hot, dry and bare, buzzards circling round in the air A man lie dying with no hope in sight praying for water, praying for night Finally darkness creeps through the land the cool of the evening pulls the heat from the sand The temperature drops all through the night the man just barely clings to his life Rocking his body, trying to stay warm, hoping for rescue in the hours before dawn As the morning sun rises into the air the man lies still, with no longer a care The buzzards move in with hopes of a feast but a bullet lays low one of the beast Salvation has come from over the hill and saved the man’s life for today he lives still