Have you seen the dry thorny bush Stretch over miles of dry desert sands Across the face of the earth? Have you stood on such a land And looked to see If the smallest vision of the oasis Met your eyes? Have you ever thrown your hands and arms At the skies And cried out to God to answer your prayers As the parched dryness of your throat Threatened your very existence on earth And your brain struggled to melt And pour out of your bloody nose?
Have you known the arid dryness of the soul Waiting in tearing impatience And wretched pain To meet the oasis of love
This agony, this pain ' This! This, the bitter night before dawn...
