In this hot, desolate timeglass I met this man, wearing a worn old flyer's
cap. Every day he had to dig 10 feet down for his daily ration of water -
one poor gallon. And so he did - singing while doing it!

10 feet of sand for the thirst
But he gave me half of what he was given for a day
All for thirst and sanity use
While we use up hundred times more:
What do we do with it?
Pipes and bathtubs, sprinklers and fountains!
Freshwater used as a dump for oil and nuclear waste!
"Desert people turns humble" he said
They know what they have
But do they know what they lose when we flush?

But yet, sadly, he looked up to me. Felt a need for our greed: our
"freedom". Said all he really wanted was a car and a radio. He too failed
to see the relation ...between our lives...and his starvation...



Water's for the chosen
Water's for the few
Life is for the chosen
But only if we believe it to be true.....but we do!

Pain Of Salvation - Water