DIALOGUE+ - Desert Song

Is there an end to it, spinning weeks from the days
The desert, the storm, the pit, eats every color but gray
The cruelest tide, the darkest black
The thorns in my side, the spurs in my back
Callous indifference, to look on and be unmoved
Sandpaper on my skin, is now wearing me through
The cruelest tide, the darkest black
The thorns in my side, the spurs in my back
The promises, the empty words that pulled me forward
I wear them like a curse
The empty truth, the honeyed lie, the holy three words
I'm driven by these spurs

Written by:
Daniel Bradbury

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