by Dep

The stars stare down
Upon my face tonight
A cold, empty wind
Blows across the desert

Desert of pain
Desert of loss
Deser of sorrow
Desert of things left unsaid

Now in the dark
I ponder my fate
To be or not to be
Will it be love or hate

My dark hour is near
I feel it's approach
No longer can I linger
Upon this place I wait

Tell her I must
Of my love, my heart
To relieve her pain and worry
And mine as well

Cold wind blows
Across this open desert
Now off I must go
To tell my love of my love

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