October 1970

From sun up to sun down I live in a desert,
I toil in the fields but no life do I see,
Only through sleep can my soul escape . . .
Escape to a land where my harvest is sweet.
 
Those that once grew, died by the score.
I cannot save them . . . they’ve all turned to stone.
My nature defies me whenever I struggle . . .
My life is my desert . . . seclusion my home.
 
I cannot blame any, the fault is on me . . .
My heart is resigned from achieving my goal.
In hunger I cry for that comforting light . . .
The glow of a friendship . . . food for my soul.