Death Valley Blues

In the Valley of the Shadow of Death
Where the cold waters run deep
Lost souls wander, gasping for breath
In this realm of eternal sleep

Oh, Wanderer of the Barren Plains, Plea
Guide this forsaken soul through the empty lands
With cold water, revive our spirit to be free
In the desolation, where hope withstands

Oh, Wanderer of the Barren Plains, we plea
Guide this forsaken soul through the empty lands

With cold water, revive our spirit to be free
In the desolation, where hope withstands
In the silent desert, whispers of redemption flow
Amidst the arid sands, where hope begins to grow
Through the barren wasteland, a spark ignites
Guiding the weary soul, towards day's first light



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Flaherty
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