A warm breeze hits my face
But up my spine I feel a shiver,
How long must we carry on forth
Without a smell or sight of river.

The rocks of ages swim around my toes
As I carry my One on this shifting road --
The peril in the future I cannot dispose
For I know not what the Father knows.

Pastel drawn skies leave no indication or sign
Of who has dared travel,
In this massively miniature
Garden of gravel.

Footprints in the sand
Leave no trace of life,
Lies laid beneath our feet
To a soft electric beat.

No sustenance no rain,
Our bodies permeated by grains
No water to sustain
This traversal through pain.

Hand in hand
Through desert sand
My spine begins to shiver.
Just one more day I say to myself,
Just one more night of chill
Just one more step on this coarse white road,
As her legs begin to quiver.