Away from home

Hot the desert wind is blowing
Wild the waves of sand are flowing
High above the searing sun
In front and back the burning gun

Torn from me my home has been
Lost inside this dismal din
Moons of color from my eyes
My home land behind me lies

Fear and tension constant growing
Blind to me is where Iâ??m going
Never more to me to know
Where my pathway will go

I am lost

again i wrote this before i moved and just decided it was as good as done.

copyright 2005 © Logan brown