I'ts forty years in the desert where no one whispers your name
It's forty years in the desert when no one plays your game
How can your heart break when you don't know how to take love back
the decay drips out like a rushing stream of water
It's black and lifeless so no good can come of it

Your tears will fall where nobody cares
the dust and wind will be your shroud of darkness
for it's forty years in the desert where you will do the penance of time
yes, you will do the time

Your anquish will build up like a wave starting it's journery and crashing to shore
you will take your anger and pride and crumble it in the palm of your hand
wishing that all you have sinned against could see how you have fallen
you are stipped of your sins of self and your armour falls and you hope for forgiveness
but you are in the dust of the desert and no one remembers your name

Your battlefield will be your memory and you will look through the heavens at happiness and life and those people that were maimed by you will never know or remember you because they have a new beginning and the memory of your being will be erased from their mind

Only God can cleanse you but you will be a slave to pennance and to pergutury as one you were the master to the slave. Your redemption willl not be quick like a sail in a good wind

You will wish you took the hand of kindness when it was offered to you, but you turned your back on innocence and stamped out its light
You had the bird in your hand but it flew free from you and you will never get it back. That mountain of forgiveness is so high to climb and you will know your mistakes in the darkness of your mind

Because it's forty years in the desert where no one knows your name and no one plays your game.