golden grave´s

Through tha desert i crawl like a snake´s belly,

sweltering sun strips my skin bare ,

my mouth as dry as a sheik´s boot,

golden sand blowing everywhere.

how long can i last,

i have no more tears to cry ,

i cant even break a swet,

hungery bird´s wait for me to die.

this heat is getting unbearable,

this desert want´s me dead ,

get up and walk and less of that talk ,

a voice screams inside my head ,

i stood up like a solider,

and began to march ahead 

i dont want to die in this golden grave,

i want to live my life instead ,

walking for hours until i come to a stop ,

and looked up at the scorching sun,

then water brushes across my blistered feet 

and realize i am standing in the ocean .

ALIVE

writen by 

paul o carroll