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A cold wind rushes over a smooth part of earth’s face

The fine sand from the dessert circles through the air

Her feet hurt because of the long trip

to the valley where she hoped

to find the answer to her prayers

This way back she walks with an empty heart

The hope she kept for years flows away

In Deserted Places your thoughts

are the key to a second life

Will you give up and use your own hands

to kill your mind?

Slipping away like a raindrop on a window

Can’t find the way to clang on again

No one can stop you on your way down

You’re falling, why can’t we help you?

Falling down…

The strength to continue is not given by

the precious memories of ones past