If a man walks through the desert on only his bare feet, is he any more a man than if he crawled on his hands and knees?
Doesn't matter what you go through, because we all encounter a desert of our own where hope becomes vultures circling the sky.
But success in life is escaping those vultures
Wash the sand out of my hair, I am ready to start again.
Whisper to me, touch my face. Make me see this isn't a mirage.
All your words twisting in and out, like a fire blazing in my soul.
Please just let me know that this is the truth.
Cut a small sliver in my skin just to obtain enough liquid to build a sandcastle with.
Build it from the ground up, it may not be much, but it's all I could muster.
At least this one won't wash away with the tide.
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 9:37 PM UTC
If a man walks through the desert on only his bare feet, is he any more a man than if he crawled on his hands and knees?
Doesn't matter what you go through, because we all encounter a desert of our own where hope becomes vultures circling the sky.
But success in life is escaping those vultures
Wash the sand out of my hair, I am ready to start again.
Whisper to me, touch my face. Make me see this isn't a mirage.
All your words twisting in and out, like a fire blazing in my soul.
Please just let me know that this is the truth.
Cut a small sliver in my skin just to obtain enough liquid to build a sandcastle with.
Build it from the ground up, it may not be much, but it's all I could muster.
At least this one won't wash away with the tide.
r.holt2010