Paragon

Sick and wounded – and close to death
Step by step through the desert sand
Burning our lungs with hot breath
A nameless torture without end
Hope and desire
Merged on a trail of fire
Agony and pain
Praying for a desert rain
The crack of the whip
The beat of the drum
The horror seems to last forever
Crossing the land
We're crossing the sea
Chained and bound together
Across the wastelands