Water! A drop of rain. Just the sound of a creek in this desolate mountain. Dust! Dust is all around. I have no air but what’s filled with this swirling dearth; this dry, dusty, dirty air’s all foul to breathe. All I want is a drink to quell my burning mind.
The sun shines, but there is no warmth. The wind blows, but does not sooth. I shiver with my fever and wander deliriously up this winding road. By circuits rising, ever longing, forgetting why. And the visions are with me.
What is my shadow there against the mountain? As the sun sets, it grows into a giant. My shadow flies up unto the peak and leaves me here in darkness.
My journey's through a desert land.
So weary, I can hardly stand,
yet driven on by His command,
I know I'm safe within His hand.
Tale Told 