As he tavelled though desert plains, dusty winds burning his
face, searching for his life lost in open space, carrying
the weight of the world inside his woven sack,  to far
ahead, no end looking back, pushing forward to find what's
TRUE, his life is missing, it started with you, as drops of
anguish run down his skin, confused n tired, where to begin,
as he lifts his heavy feet to push on though, he remembered
your gone, he must now start a new.