The sun is shining, but it burns down your face,
The wind is blowing, raising dust after your trace,
you see water, but don't go for it!
It's a trap! It's just an illusion!
An empty road in front of you, but your legs keep walking on,
aiming to reach somewhere, anywhere, no matter where, just not here.
But what can they do when they're not the ones choosing the destination?
If there is a mother, can't she hear me?!
If there is a friend, can't you help me?!
If there is God, can't he see me?!
Hear me?! Help me! Save me!!
But how can you save something which has been burned to the ground...?!!
By: Saranda Nuredini