TRAVELLER IN THE DESERT

Walking through the desert...
Endless sands all around.
And no one to show me
The way to my destination.
Tired and thirsty for days,
I trudge on and on.

Skeletons around me mocking.
Buzzards wheeling over my head
Patiently awaiting my last breath.
For they know the fate of men:
Men who walk against all hope
And care not for the end.

Do I see a glimpse of water?
Is that an oasis a few paces off?
What is that glare which blinds me?
Will an emaciated soul find solace?
A thirsty soul seeking nectar:
But will the thirst be quenched?

The ray of hope urges me on.
But the glare just recedes...
Can I never reach the end?
Even the most hopeful loses hope.
Alas, its not the oasis I dreamt of,
But a mirage which ever deceives...

But I have found a companion now
To hold my hand and lead me,
To support me in the midst of nowhere.
I will hold your hand too...
I will share your grief and pain...
And lead you through the desert...