Alone in the desert,
Beneath the hot blue sky.
I walk the shifting sands,
In search for a reason why.
The sickness seals me in,
I await the judgement call.
Silent dreams soon deferred,
Racing toward the fall.
My memories of the past are gone,
Lost in the desert sand.
Swept away by the dry wind,
I count my blessings on one hand.
I look for the promised message,
Out beyond the flowing dunes.
A prayer for my God,
Under a waxing moon.
Once a haven for my soul,
The empty beauty of this place.
I long for the market voices,
To come and fill my empty space.
And lift me from this haze,
of cloud and sun and sand.
To hear the sound of hope,
I will offer up my hand.