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How many time have I prayed for rain,
On my knees in the dry desert?
How many times have I asked for shade?
Only to be blistered and burned by a merciless sun.
How many times have I seen an oasis,
That was nothing more than a mirage in the sunlight?
How many times has my soul died,
While the vultures circle above?
I think they've already picked clean my bleached bones?
On my knees in the dry desert?
How many times have I asked for shade?
Only to be blistered and burned by a merciless sun.
How many times have I seen an oasis,
That was nothing more than a mirage in the sunlight?
How many times has my soul died,
While the vultures circle above?
I think they've already picked clean my bleached bones?
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The Wanderer
There was only the sun, and the thirst. For a while it hadn't been so bad, more of a nagging sensation than anything else but as the miles passed and one by the one the others who'd followed in the dark skinned woman's wake collapsed it had changed. From a quiet nagging it grew to be all consuming; blotting out everything else. Now there was just it and the ever more irregular rhythm of her steps as one followed the other, each one harder than the last. But still she staggered onwards beneath the sun's heat, following the woman who'd set out so boldly who knew how long ago. As others gave up and collapsed, never to move again, she carried on,
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Your Journey is You
If only I didn't go to a mental hospital,
If only I never picked up a razor blade,
If I had not talked to Jake,
If I didn't punch my sister in the face,
If only I didn't fail my math class,
If I had done my best,
If I never did homeschooling,
If only I stopped my anxiety before it took over me,
If my mom never went to a domestic violence shelter,
If my dad wasn't a fucking narcissist,
If only I was really outgoing then,
If I had more friends then,
If I hadn't thrown a tantrum in the ER,
If only my parents had me go to kindergarten,
If only I didn't fall in a fucking fountain when I was a kid.
Fuck it. No regrets. It has made
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waters heart beat
as the rain falls down
and the wind picks up speed again
we all can feel alive
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