Wandering the desert of broken dreams
looking for something that is not what it seems
the sand of despair withholding my feet
aching but stepping
in agony with fear
reaching for something that must be there
looking forever
incomplete without
a broken man on a fiery ground
the need seems the obvious deed
neverending struggle for balance
coated with light
darkness barred deep inside
searching, always searching
salvation out of damnation and self obliteration.

Hope in my sight just beside,
give up I must not
keep seeking I ought
filled with light
must always be bright.