[Radix]

When they all speak of love
Simple words not from above

Here is something yet unheard
More to love than just a word

I choose not a place of highness
My preferance is not the dryness

A simple drink is what I require
That great oasis of my desire

If you have not roamed a desert
You will never know my hurt

[Soaring Feather]

If you have not roamed a desert
You will never know my hurt

There are many types of deserts dry
I have seen with one eye and walked
the cracked dry earth and thirsted
for a drop of truth from the tongues
of man liars all it seemed then