Desert of My Days Larnelle

In the desert of my days
There came no cooling rain
And the burning sun stalked me without mercy
And I cried out at the time
"I must be paying for some crime"
And in my loneliness it seemed nobody heard me

And the days were weeks
The weeks were months
The months seemed years
In the dust and the sand
A thirsty man battles fear
Praying help would appear

In the desert of my years
There fell no rain, only tears
As I struggled on with hope alone to cling to
The rugged hills all looked the same
Across the endless dry terrain
And to the silent skies, I cried, "my God, where are You?"

And the days were weeks
The weeks were months
The months seemed years
In the dust and sand
A thirsty man battles fear
Praying help would appear