Upon this desert I walk,
Where each man walks alone,
Amidst the towering waves,
Born of an endless storm,
Within an ocean of sand.
Each day I see your face,
Behind the images before me,
Striving for your temple in heart,
And when sanity is lost in darkness,
I am safe within your hand.
May my offerings honor your soul,
Though my pockets may be bare,
My tears are incense on your fire,
Where pain shines as jewels of hope,
Giving birth to joy to impart.
I cannot reach your physical temple,
Lost in time where I am out of place,
While joy’s tears bring stars upon my face,
For as a son you called me from the start,
From your love I will never depart.