The hot summer heat is thickening my blood
My face is parched and sweat is beaded on my brow
My legs are shaky and my heart is pounding
Dunes of sand rise above me as formidable mountains
The flying dust blinding my eyes, now settles down within my soul
As the eternal fatigue over powers me and thirst the killer stabs me
No water, no shade, no scope for salvation
Will the hope rain of come too Late?
Or, will it only wash away my dried up bones!