Turning over each grain as I dig up memories of pain,only to end as it starts over again,through this desert I trek an emotional wreck,sinking in sand and then in the end,I begin to sink over again.
My back is bent with the load on my mind and I look to the stars if it's only to find that I can't find my way,
a mirage appears then clears,appears again if only to remind me,that I'm digging through pain,
in the desert desserts always the same.