Calling Me to The Desert

In the desert sand lifts
And swirls
A violent storm
Forming my name
To be whispered across the continents
Golden sand
No! it's golden money
Calling me to the desert

Nothing thrives
Nothing grows
Perhaps my relationships will die
Once I'm living in the desert

The blue sky holds
All of the promises like clouds
they'll cushion me
The sun burns down
And the women hide behind swathes of black
Forbidden, forgotten
Yet as a woman I am being
Called towards the desert

Nothing thrives
Nothing grows
Perhaps my beating heart will die
Once I'm living in the desert

Bedouins keep moving
Enough to quench their thirst
Camels, oasis
Princes and Arabian nights
Princesses locked in the palace
Duty bound and restricted
Like a nurse being
Called towards the desert

Nothing thrives
Nothing grows
Perhaps my very self will die
Once I'm living in the desert

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