Lost in a desert they call hope
I'm trying to hold on to the rope
My hands are hurting
My feet are numb
It's too much to grasp at
My eyes are swirling
And now I'm down.
It's night time. The cold zephyr
Is freezing my heart
All bruised and battered
I'm falling apart
I think I am tired
Of climbing that rope
Only to fall again
Into a ...desert of hope.
Its sand is warm, then cold
It's both new as is old
It's hurting both my eyes,
Invading me with sighs ...
I'm lost in this lonely desert
The hope for a better world,
Where kindness, peace and friendship
Should only be translated
Into LOVE.
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