My heart is a wasteland
where nothing ever grows
A vast and endless desert
that no one truly knows
Once it was a garden
lush, fragrant, and sereneThen the rains stopped coming,
clouds are never seen
The plants, they all withered
and shriveled up and died
At first this was a blow to me,
I just fell down and cried
I thought I preferred the garden
but the desert has beauty too
There can't be one without the other
I know now this is true
I find comfort in my desert
and draw strength from it too
There's something on the horizon
Looks like a storm is coming through
