*Save me from this blazing desert afar
the drought is worse on my tongue; verses land
feeling parched
forms a scar
The only sip for miles is in my own head,
a thirst for thoughts
I can't grasp whats real,
and everywhere I look I only see spots
Ole' sun you see tricks only me; as I fatefully keep walking this desert afar*
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
*Save me from this blazing desert afar
the drought is worse on my tongue; verses land
feeling parched
forms a scar
The only sip for miles is in my own head,
a thirst for thoughts
I can't grasp whats real,
and everywhere I look I only see spots
Ole' sun you see tricks only me; as I fatefully keep walking this desert afar*
