Out Of The Desert

Please, now

I’m calling out to you

I’m sorry

I hadn’t meant for that to be my choice

It wasn’t my real will

Just a desire to fulfill

But it didn’t last

There’s no doubt of that

And now I’m back where I began

Please take me hand

And lead me through this desert land

It’s so dry

It’s cracking my insides

Please carry me

Till we reach high tides

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-Written at age 16
October 2nd, 2006