Drowning Despond
Oct 2003
RT Crossing
Drowning in the Desert Calling out your name Snowmen speak of Santa Claus Angels talk of pain Why do the Snowmen come this way? The roads are paved with blame The stones I walk on weigh me down I can't escape this train Drowning in the Desert Calling out your name Colors fade into the ground Light begins to wane As senses dull to weariness The black comes for its claim I see the stars blink back the tears But I can't feel the rain