Plodding through sucking sands
Braving storms of dust,
Blinded by a blazing Sun
I've come to my Oasis.
Here shades are cool
Here leaves are green
Here pleasing breezes run
And my aching soul finds rest.
Yet my desert is a wily beast
That will not be appeased.
It crouches low, it growls, it snarls
And strikes again at ease.
It over runs my peaceful lair
It over turns my rest,
Marching in with trampling feet
My oasis it upsets.
Braving storms of dust,
Blinded by a blazing Sun
I've come to my Oasis.
Here shades are cool
Here leaves are green
Here pleasing breezes run
And my aching soul finds rest.
Yet my desert is a wily beast
That will not be appeased.
It crouches low, it growls, it snarls
And strikes again at ease.
It over runs my peaceful lair
It over turns my rest,
Marching in with trampling feet
My oasis it upsets.
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