This is my time.
I have been waiting for you,
why do you hold back so far above?
I ask only a kiss a drop or too,
That I might flourish once more.
The sands cover my face,
the cactus my home.
The snake draws my precious blood.
Still you hold back.
I'm fading into the past.
The sky laughs her haughtiness; my despair.
Who will heal the broken desert?
Not a sea of blood can make it flourish.
Nor a sea bring it asunder.
Only the sky can bring it back to life.
The Desert of Despair.
