Into the desert we ran
searching for the blood of our own.
No one left here
who will take me out on loan.
Got to try and find my way out
along the long dark road
of the down and out.

The desert sand spills from our boots
as we travel many miles
with bags of bad news,
rearranging them in many bad styles.
"How can we believe this lie?" She cried,
as the news falls from my lips.
"I was never really nothing,
"I can't deserve all this."

But she can shift her mighty weight
through the deserts hot sands,
as she tumbles her tears,
each a new oasis on the land.
I loved her tears like love itself.
Thirsty for all; I fall.

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