Tell Me What's Real

Tell me what's real, I need to know

For what purpose I don't know, perhaps to grow, but who knows

I remember that town, an arid place, where only people grow

That valley, where the sun in all its glory shows, so acidic on the soul.

 

Yet even light can come with pain, especially without rain

That place so hard on tender eyes

In my dreams I still see that terrain, that hardened, dead end street that no man claimed

Yet I survived, through God's grace, and all despite so many lies.