Across barren land

A road never-ending,

across barren land.

Trees ever growing,

across barren land.

Birds always soaring,

across barren land,

with the sky and the sun spread before them.

Mountains rising,

strong winds ever blowing,

across dead leaves and old dirt,

disguising the insects that crawl,

always across barren land.

Forever will our trees grow.

Forever will our waters flow.

Forever will our moon glow,

across our dry barren land.