How far is it my home?
How far have I come along?
The lights from the deserts,
Flicker high up from the towers,
Pick up some hope from the sands,
Waiting to be filled with water again,
Either side of this long desert road,
Heaps of dust and perils shower.
To fight from the dusk till the dawn
Red lava skies holding hopes bygone,
The empty glass bottles have broken,
But they are music hanging from above,
The wind knows where to find hope,
Broken music and mended souls.
So take the stage, the last show is all yours
Pick up some lines, some truths , some lies
And let your nobody self rise and shine.