The distance may have had no visible edge
As the dust was stirred into a plague
And the reasons seemed dim
And tattered by the storm

And we trudged on through every mile
Using only our wits to beguile
While the sun looked down
baking our desires with resolve

We looked up to face the sun
Cracked lips and blistered skin hung
From the bones and sinewy thoughts
Of the dammed destined to be lost

One by one we fell and died
While the lake mirages flat out lied
And the scorpions taunted us so
"You fools you've got no where to go"

And the coolness of the evening
Came to late except for the grieving
And all it could do
Was hover over the dead

There was no guilt nor any innocence
There was only the reality of circumstance
That death is a certainty
While life is not

So the sun rose on another day
Everything will in time have it's say
But this morning the desert
remained silent in it's refuge