Unquenchable thirst,adrift, lost at sea
I let fly my white dove,but returned he to me

No branch of an olive tree, held he in his beak
No sign of land the outlook was bleak

Had I one swallow,one droplet of rain
I still would be miserable,my problems remain

No water,no money,no freeflowing  tears
Can fix what's been broken for so many years

"What can I do?" or "How can I help?"
There is no solution,I know not myself

Time heals all wounds,but a wound there's never been
It's just a day to day struggle ,a struggle within.