I journey through life's desert,
as did the ancient Jewish slaves.
Each step I take,
feels like I swim against the waves.
I seek the immaculate oasis,
the one sought out for ages.
in her hands lie a promise, to cleanse my wounds,
and to free me from my cages.
The oasis is an illusion.
Corrupt oaths, and stolen dreams.
She will drive you desperately mad,
'till you break your own seams
I accept the desert's truth,
That no rescue lies in the void,
Alone I cleanse the screaming wounds,
on my face, the sands destroyed.