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I have been searching
For something I'm missing
I am a traveler
Tempered by a fire
I wish to escape
Looking for salvation

I seek a land of plenty
To rest my weary feet
And to receive respite
From my constant roving
And something to cool down
My constant blistering fire

I pass a land of promise
It looks so very mice
Cool sand to soothe my tiny feet
And a breeze to fan my face
I should have seen the warning signs
Before it was too late

I find out much too soon
The evil of this place
The breeze becomes a gust
And make a dangerous sandstorm
I curl into a ball
And wait for it to pass

I now cast one look
At this desolate place
And find that there is nothing here
So I must keep marching
Down this long hard road
Until I find my own Eden

As I walk into the darkness
I find the fire is in my soul
It guides me as I journey
Through the roads I take
Sure this fire is hell
But baby it's home