The Desert

Kicked across the desert sands,

Constantly hounded by demands,

This city holds no charm for me,

So cut my stony chains and set me free,

Free from the blazing desert's hold, 

Hair once black now sunbleached gold, 

Chased by coyotes through the cactus,

Wondering in pain "who attacked us?"

Forged in venom's cold embrace, 

Can't you recognize my face?

When the vultures rise on blazing sun,

The threads of fate have now been spun,

This desert holds no charm for me, 

So cut my chains and set me free.