Stale thoughts have dampened my mind for many years.
Colorful dreams are waiting to allay my gruesome fears.
Hope is buried under the rubble of self inflicted pain.
When I look heavenward I'm not sure if it's my tears or rain.

Numbly walking in a desert of oppressive shame.
Trying to find a world where my smile can shine.
A place where I can remove this weight of blame.
Some say this journey is a part of a grand design.

The wind kicks the sand up to scratch my bleary eyes.
Always looking forward for a sign of salvation or demise.
I won't stop moving until my last breath kisses the air.
Until then I will continue this pilgrimage of quiet despair.

Now I can escape the Earth and find the light.
Maybe catch up with old souls waiting at the gate.
We'll fly through the aether in bodiless delight.
What a joy to know that this is the ultimate fate.