Eternity is made to last
For a soul burdened with sorrow
The weight of future and past
Leave no hope for a better tomorrow
Like the excruciating blade of the sun
And the scorching heat of the sand
The past and present are one
A soul in no man's land
Like the raging storms of a sea
The waters rising and churning
Echoing the fury and frenzy
The turmoil of a soul in agony
When past and present unite
To doom all that's at stake
The soothing hand of the present
Is the only possible escape
Salvation for the desert walker
Is an oasis appearing from afar
Be it mirage or reality
The walker's step will be drawn
The soul caught in turmoil
Carried by the tumults of the sea
Needs no more than an isle
To bring the soul solidity
The oasis
The present
The isle
Salvation
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