We face barren lands
With hardship on the rear,
We stand as if we could
Tell someone we would
Might want to make it clear,
No such thing is to be done
The clock keeps ticking,
Facing the barren lands
The only one that stands
Is the one who’s keeping
The memory of it all
The sights that were seen,
Each and every stone met
Still have waited yet
To be a part of our dream
We face barren lands
And we stand as we can,
Rather week, rather strong
Wether right or wrong
Almost close to a man.
2-1-2013
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