Treading through shifting mountains,

While the sun shines mercilessly overhead;

Looking around for fountains,

Wish we were back home in bed.

We walk along in silence,

While everything else is dead;

Hopelessness runs through us,

Nothing else can be said.

Each step we take is an eternity,

Each breath we take hurts;

The sand stretches on infinitely,

Vultures overhead lurks.

Our limbs are numb, our limbs are sore,

We're hollowed out to the core;

We know the beauty of the shifting sands,
But we have not hope to tell the lore.

Yet the shifting sands in all their beauty,
Will continue on forever more.