My feet are firmly planted on the dry desert ground

And it’s cracked and it’s broken

But there’s nothing around for miles and miles and miles

Torn tattered clothing hangs from my hips

And the pain of my feet is much less than my lips

This picture means nothing at all

I feel a slight breeze and it seems to remind me

Of a time when disaster left me alone

Then the winds they pick up

And they capture my stable

And all I was able to control while I was tied down

Softly holding on with what’s left of my shallow breathing

Emotions sweep me away much like the wind from that day

And my feet are losing what bolted them to the ground