I wonder through this desert,
this desert that is my mind.
I wonder looking for my memories,
memories of being with you.
I have been looking for sometime,
not knowing where to go next.
I have fallen to my knees,
my knees are torn and ripped.
To my hands I fall,
my hands now bleed.
My head falls to the earth,
I pick it back up.
I see in the distance something,
something I am looking for.
Can I continue?
Can I go on?
I look again and stand,
stand with weak legs.
I fall again,
again to my hands and knees.
A man to weak to stand,
to weak to strive,
to strong to die.
