Oh, this barren and broken world
is the enemy of the soul.
It is a desert without love,
and every step I make
is filled with pain and woe.
Oh, the monsters in the land!
Men of selfishness
and men of pain
and men of monetary gain.
And oh, without your warm embrace
and the love upon your lips
there is no one to comfort me
along my weary way.
And I see devils dancing before me
upon fervent waves
from the heat of the burning sand.
Oh, you are life poured into my soul,
and within each inch of your heart
there are more riches than this universe can hold.
Oh, the love and mercy living in your heart
is more then all the poets from all the ages can tell.
And if I were to live
through all the ages to come
I could never find
such a love that would live beyond time.