Asajj Rockatansky Ventress

Gazela-Moon Pollen.

Standing going nowhere
As the road now drifts away.
Tired waiting for the end
Around the dead as vultures prey.

On the road I lay my head
As the concrete now burns my face.
Sitting waiting for tomorrow
But tomorrow's just the same

Just as fate now fades away
And all the clouds begin to grey,
Left here digging my own grave
As come today I lose my faith.