Waiting without pausing for breath With wasteland deep inside Dust that can抰 be washed away By merely sounds of rain Every single droplet Seems so tangible Hope can be a quicksand Or salvation from a fall As tears are falling Rain is a bridge to relief As you beg for this moment Which always comes too late Born for ground, not for water Meant for living, not for thinking When changing ground for water, We will drown one day And only wolves will guard our coffins Among thorny, desert myrtles Where world is not ending And hell抯 not beginning