Alone I walk beneath the burning rays,
I wait for rain that never seems to fall.
Relief of shade has never met my gaze;
I wonder if I'll find it after all.
Where winds would blow, now silence fills the air.
I'm seeking life within this endless maze.
Mirage of hope is what I truly fear;
I yearn to quench this thirst I've known for days.
A cloud above has overcome the sun,
I feel the grace fall down on me like rain.
A tree stands still beside a river's run,
Even hell has beauty that it contains.
Nor shell nor thorn can stop the flowers bloom,
Through fate, I shall find my home again soon.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 4:27 PM UTC
Alone I walk beneath the burning rays,
I wait for rain that never seems to fall.
Relief of shade has never met my gaze;
I wonder if I'll find it after all.
Where winds would blow, now silence fills the air.
I'm seeking life within this endless maze.
Mirage of hope is what I truly fear;
I yearn to quench this thirst I've known for days.
A cloud above has overcome the sun,
I feel the grace fall down on me like rain.
A tree stands still beside a river's run,
Even hell has beauty that it contains.
Nor shell nor thorn can stop the flowers bloom,
Through fate, I shall find my home again soon.
