Waiting without pausing for breath
With wasteland deep inside
Dust that can抰 be washed away
By merely sounds of rain
Every single droplet
Seems so tangible
Hope can be a quicksand
Or salvation from a fall
As tears are falling
Rain is a bridge to relief
As you beg for this moment
Which always comes too late
Born for ground, not for water
Meant for living, not for thinking
When changing ground for water,
We will drown one day
And only wolves will guard our coffins
Among thorny, desert myrtles
Where world is not ending
And hell抯 not beginning
