My Umbrella
The sun was hot, the wind hotter
but I clung to my umbrella.
Water was scarce, thirst filled my being
but I clung to my umbrella.
Death approached, but so did Hope
but I clung to my umbrella.
The clouds thickened, water did spill
but I clung to my umbrella.
Dry I kept, as the storm did pass
but I clung to my umbrella.
In the desert I died, my fist in resist
as I clung to my umbrella.
The sun was hot, the wind hotter
but I clung to my umbrella.
Water was scarce, thirst filled my being
but I clung to my umbrella.
Death approached, but so did Hope
but I clung to my umbrella.
The clouds thickened, water did spill
but I clung to my umbrella.
Dry I kept, as the storm did pass
but I clung to my umbrella.
In the desert I died, my fist in resist
as I clung to my umbrella.