Better Morning

In a land where the ground is burned

You bring me water from the well

In a time where the clouds have turbed

The sun has the brightest light

Have a seat on a nearby dune

You feel the heat of the desert sand

Hear the voice of the wind in tune

The secret of dried-out land

Watching the silence everywhere

But nobody cares

When some flowers come out of the blue

Midnight hour's reflecting the truth

Dust and dirt on an unholy ground

Imapled by the merciless sun

When the sun is burning hot

And the land is a dried out desert

When just the moon can leave a spot

At a place of eternal distance

See them glow in a burning place

See them long for a better morning

Hear them scream for a rainy day

Watch them fight for a colder dawning