Sahara

Lying on my side knowing of thirst is how I'll die, chalk on my tongue. Lying on the night beneath the dunes is where lie to block the sun. Trying to ignite some sort of passion from inside to overcome. This feeling of desertion can't be worse than never having anyone. A lion on his side was is the lying or his pride which brought him down, once the king of beasts but now they feast on the thoughts beneath his vacant crown. Trying to decide was it the lying or the pride which brought it down, to be alone, to be dethroned believe me I know all about it now. I never told you then that I'd be easy to love, supposedly I'm a man but I felt like cub. I wandered into the plains further and farther away not ever knowing that I'd never come back the same. As my organs gave way I swear I felt something burst it's been thirteen days and I'm dying of thirst. For the birds who prey I pray that someone else will get here first. I am not alone, I'll be alright just take these bones and breathe them back to life. So I'll ask one thing, just one thing of you. Don't ever turn me loose, even when I turn my back.