Beaten
Crushed
Defeated
Crushed
Defeated
I find the steel
Within
To go on
I find the steel
Within
To go on
Thunder rolls
Across the parchment plains
Rain is coming
Too late
And far too much
What little soil remains
After wind storms
And dust clouds
Carried the best of it
Off to the East
Will wash away
Rivulets cutting small canyons
Deep into the earth