I can see echoes
And hear fires
I am like the wind
That souls cry
I am like a desert
Sand runs through my being
Birds return low the sun
That brings life and loneliness
I am a dry desert
Stormy blindness
And a heat covers me
And hides who I really want to be
I want to be echoes
And listen to fires
I am like the wind
That souls cry

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