In the

Desolation of your soul,

Wandering this ghost town
I tried to find you.
I traced the drops of your tears in the
Red,
Dry dirt.
The wind began to blow
And the grit,

It
Began to hurt.
My heart began to race

In anticipation.
I lost sight of your trail

Yet
I kept searching
To no avail.
I was caught up in the blaze
Of the scorching sun.
I knew what had to be done.
On hands and knees
I could no longer see.
I began to crawl and feel my way

Instictively.

I closed my eyes and listened.
I heard your sighs falling
Above the roar of the
Storm.
I wonder if you can hear me
I wonder if you know
You are not alone.