the child in the desert of winter

Truth is in the past
Buried with the sands of time and blown away, over the ages with dust.
Greedy souls look on with lust
The fear of the new century pulling the world to the bitter end
Wealth, war, and land
Tears and souls that must repent, must repent
For the words may not make sense
But being a humble loving soul does not cost a cent nor is it nonsense
The glow is not in the skin
It's inside of a person, deep within.
Let me close my eyes and always envision such a delicate dream
Were color is admired as different colored roses in the forgotten road of Atlantis and the gardens of eden
For I resent being the child in the desert of winter
Lost ,cold, forgotten...