In the desert sands,
The sun toils and stands
Between man and plans,
Never judging the land that takes all it can,
A glimmer of hope shown before it ran
Into weary hearts and collapsing hands,
When backs are slicked with salt and tanned,
Of memories of loved ones we may never see again
And time can be a unruly friend,
Turning a timid boy into a conquered man.

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