The Drought Years

The sky was flat
And the earth was hard
And all we had
We bled for

Forms lose shape
Your distance nears
Was I to blame
For the drought years?

Bitter is the root that grew here
Rotten is the fruit it bore
Twisted is the branch on the fallow ground
Colder than a heart of stone

The shadow's force
Bent my will
Who threw the rock
That echoes still?

On the valley floor
My greatest fear
I faced alone
Through the drought years

Bitter is the root that grew here
Rotten is the fruit it bore
Twisted is the branch on the fallow ground
Colder than a heart of stone



Credits
Writer(s): Harold Stephens
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