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a wanderer, in the desert of loss |
| THE DUNES OF HEARTACHE Everyday, I feel I lose a little more of me... The nights are all alone, and it's so hard for me to see... I don't know yet what is to come, or what someday will be... Please give me the strength my Lord to keep in sight of Thee... This dusty tortured desert of the life that I now lead... Has left my mind no growth of thought, just dying of the seed... To leave my withered, fallen spirit only crushing need... The sun that blisters peace of mind, cool rain cannot exceed... Exceed the loss of heart and soul, that circumstance has wrought... The fire burns straight through me, every step I take does not... Allow me to believe in love again, even the thought... The blinding sand that blows into my eyes is all I've got... All that I have left now of the life that I once knew... A life then lost in comfort of the love I shared with you... But now I climb the mountain filled with death, what must I do... I pray Thee Lord, deliver me before my time is through... Time that now runs past me, in a slow and cruel pace... I feel as if nothing can change, or take me from this place... My cries go out unheard, I scream across all time and space... The hot dry desert wind blows on, I cannot hide my face... I look in all directions for a place to lie my head... Trying to remember prayers, forgetting what I've said... Nothing lives in front of me, behind me all is dead... This loneliness I've captured is the book that I have read... I've read each word, and all of these have brought to me this pain... I close the weathered cover, but the words come through again... To follow me into this hell, that drives my soul insane... I long just for a soft and quenching quiet drop of rain... To you I know that I must seem a man who's lost his mind... Alone inside my room, but telling stories of this kind... But lying all alone here as I am, sometimes I find... No thoughts of sleep or relaxation, help me to unwind... Until I fall back into fitful nightmares of the way... The heat of anger blew the cool and shading leaves away... I wander dunes of heartache, search for what I need each day... But all I find is one more lonely reason, just to pray..... dean evans |
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