Walking through dust

on

Walking through dust

And heat and sand

The sun beating heavily above me

This desert wasteland of my heart

Shall forever shame my love to wither

.

A silhouette in the distance

Who has come to mock me now?

A hand extended towards me

.

Hope twists and expands

In the back of my mind

A pink and white light

Cutting through the red and black of my guilt

Warming my cold, cold soul

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