I know there will come a time where the only moisture will run out, and the ground will crack and crumble
And we will have to leave from this eternal drought- in this land many have called home
In two or two-hundred years- would we still have the one thing to nourish our bodies and repair the crusted soil?
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
I know there will come a time where the only moisture will run out, and the ground will crack and crumble
And we will have to leave from this eternal drought- in this land many have called home
In two or two-hundred years- would we still have the one thing to nourish our bodies and repair the crusted soil?
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