There is a wasteland in a land afar
The plain is scorched
Dead trees as black sticks in the sand
Water pools have dried up
An arid cold wind moves the air
All life seems to be gone
Black clouds passing by reveal the blazing sun
There is a wasteland in a land afar
and there she roams
Nowhere to go, no one else in sight
Tears rolling down her cheek
Drops of water falling on the barren land
And there it is in between the nothingness a little seed
Feeling refreshed by the salty drops
And more fall, green leaves sprout in the wasteland afar
All around is a monochrome red desert
Covered by dark clouds
But there it silently grows
In between her tears, it slowly grows
The little germ opens its green stalks embracing the sky
A little sprout of hope appears
Damp from the plant’s leaves feed the sky
Finally freeing the rain
Washing all the pain away
A flower appears
There is hope in the wasteland far away
Tears stop falling, her eyes fixating on the pink and green
The flower of hope in a desperate place
The rain falls down, it pours
She is free
Green starts to appear all over
The draught will soon be in the past
The wasteland disappearing into memory afar
