As I walk through this barren land, I behold souls,

Retching out, wanting peace, freedom, harmony.

As I walk, I know I cannot help them but they cry out to me still,

As if I can as I will.

Still I walk away from the barren land,

Leaving the land of old dry sand.

Never knowing a drop of water,

Looking as if I am for slaughter.

But I walk to get out this barren land,

This barren land of humidity.

I walk I walk.