Their out there,
I know they are,
I hear the chattering of teeth,
the whispers of voices,
but yet the deafening noises
of silence
over take me.

As I stare out into
the land of the great nothingness,
there I must go
to conduct my business.

My steed, strong and steady,
ready to go with me,
better equipped
than I can ever be
to tackle the harsh desert land.

In the land of the absolute,
where no cars roar,
and no plans soar,
here where the land and sea
are but one and the same,
nature plays the toughest game.

Of survival.

This is not a force to trifle with,
nor do I plan to try,
for I do not plan, nor will I consider,
on the option to die.

I've friends out there,
who need my aid,
and so I rush head first,
into the great land of nothingness,
hoping for the best,
but ultimately prepared
for the worst.

There are eyes watching,
peering through the cracks of time,
in the timeless land,
where it's only but another sea,
the rolling sea of endless sand.

So they shall watch
to see if I shall falter and fall,
but I shall be victorious,
and defy the dead as they call.

And
as the Lord as my guide,
I shall be led to my destination,
for the Lord is at my side.

So let the eyes watch,
and the skeletons creep,
for I shall have my guardian watching over me,
and I shall be safe,
yet even as I sleep.

Aye,
let the eyes watch,
and the skeletons creep,
I will not allow howling storms to slow me,
nor the dangers of man give me cause to worry,
for I've a promise to keep.

Hold fast my friends,
where ever you may be,
for I am coming, approaching fast,
for though time has been cruel
and kept us far,
I shall not forget,
what we had in the past.

Let the eyes watch
those eyes watching me,
that I stand strong,
and I shall not flee!