When this river runs dry,
Wonder where I will go.
Will I try to crawl out,
Or will I stay in this hole.
The black sand parades across my home.
Forgotten and doomed, I stay here alone.
Wondrous mountains I never even started to climb.
I saw them and ran, man was I blind.
I've found myself withering and rotting away.
My lips are silent, I've nothing to say. |
