".........."
Her beauty is masked by a muddy gloom,
Not a sole in sight in this rugged land.
The crops are dead, and flowers fail to bloom,
There will be nothing left but the taste of sand.
There is one misty road,
One we may never know,
It's the people's choice to take that load,
May our hearts tell us where to go.
We will hear pleas and cries,
Feel sorrow and devastation,
But we must close our eyes and and take a deep sigh,
We must trust that one misty road to restoration.
There is one misty road,
One we may never know,
It's the people's choice to take the load,
May our hearts tell us where to go.
Her faith is still strong, even though she's gone the length
Shall we help up a fellow mate?
Just take her hand and give her strength
For together, we shall mend fate.
I'll leave you guys to help me think of a name.