Who am I? A desert traveler?
As for centuries have I walked in these sands, in scorching sun and blistering heat.
I walked and walked till my summer’s end
An oasis was it with promises ever so tempting
With a call ever so true
Where the Morning breeze of faithfulness flew kissing my cheeks
Where the green green affection made me moist with love
When the nights brought hopes of loving tomorrows
And the spirited days began …… forgetting myself
Love all around celebrating the chemistry so soulful
And I knew for sure I was to stay here
For all times for all days in the sweet embrace of green grace
In the dark hours of night than came a voice
A voice so different from the music of oasis
Oh traveler dare not stay here for too long!
This is not your home,tis a home for those special !
You are a desert vagabond and not an oasis dweller
Out you go, to walk in the sands cause that is your home for real
Heart tore, tears flew and the desert traveler was much in pain
With wounded palms and crippled legs how will I get up again?
But I know as the voice rings in my heart
“This is not your home,tis a home for those special !”
That I was no more than what I was, a desert traveler again.
I love my sands I love the heat and I know I have no more pain to meet
Pull myself, pull me in, small and small as much I can
Till I become a grain as small as the one of sand
Ages pass and the traveler became sand himself.