This Bitter Land

In the blossom of my life

When the chart is at its highest

I begin to feel the pain

As the dust runs through my veins

As I thirst for more and more

And my strength has ceased to soar

I raise nothing but my hand

Take me from this bitter land

Slowly colours fade into a grey

Disappear from progress of the day

My success I’d trade for just one hour

That the colours will not fade away

At this very point in time

I would give all that is mine

I begin to feel the pain

As the dust runs through my veins

Like a victim of the seasons

I will slowly crawl within

Now I raise my heavy hand

Take me from this bitter land