On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds
And rocks and things There was
sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met
was a fly
with a buzz And the sky with
no clouds The heat was hot
And the ground was dry But the
air was full of sound
I've been through the desert
on a horse with no name It felt
good to be out of the rain In
the desert you can remember
your name Cause there ain't
no one for to give you no pain
After two days in the desert
sun My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told
of a river
that flowed made me sad to think
it was dead
After nine days I let the horse
run free Cause the desert had
turned to sea There were plants
and birds And rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with
its life underground And a perfect
disguise above Under the cities
lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
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