Thursday, December 11, 2008

Journey.

There's a dry and empty land,
A place where no one wants to be;
And I hold out my hand,
At this point I'll take anything...

But with no raincloud in sight,
Do You really expect me to stay?

I turn and I run,
It's easier that way.
With the blaze of the sun,
I cringe to know I left Your way.
But it feels so hard,
To stay and wait for what seems a dream.
So I leave this barren dust,
Only to find an Oasis in my dreams,
Haunting me...

I see a city not too far,
I think I'll make it.
When I arrive I know for sure,
This place isn't taking...

I'm out alone, they call to me...
But I cannot remember,
Who I am, who I'll be
So I surrender.
I'll take one drink,
Say my farewell.
I'm off to desert lands...
I'm needing desert lands.

Though I can see no raincloud in sight,
I guess You expect me to stay.


I woke up this morning. It was pouring rain. Still pouring rain. In the darkness I called to You.

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