Sand dunes in your shoes
Burning breeze on your face
Dried sweats on your shirt
Lips cracked caused by thirst
Silent hills of sand
Death song in your mind
Bitter cold on sun down
Alone, nowhere to run
The night should pass
Then the sun will rise
No smell of morning grass
Spirit about to crash
Find strength to go on
Rip what has been sown
Seeds of faith, carry on
The Oasis shall be shown
