[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

[Radix]

Think on this when you read
I plant out my verbal seed

Only words which often fail
Still I am going to assail

Those that will lie to me
Abusing us all and Liberty

Can you see the metaphor
Must I spell the allegore

I was dry and I've known thirst
The words they come to stop a burst

I write of water and of sand
Only because I do demand

Attention from certain ones
Nomads who would deny creation

And real beauty

They come from every place around
Ignorance of the center does abound