A drop of water amongst the burning sands. A slight breeze under the blazing sun. With my misery is just the slightest hope. With my agony is a slightly quenched thirst. I’ve wandered for years and came up from sin. The unjust nature of my crime has filled my with fear. If I am to live, my life is something I’ll cherish. From the bottom of my heart, I won’t run from the life that is saved.