Thru the journey left in a desert, I need a rainmaker.
The brightest beacons have all gone out along the way.
The road has narrowed and I can't feel my way home.
Parched static emotion clouds the horizon.
Guardians once mine have faded from view.
I must find a way of escape from myself.
Seeking still, my heart cleaves to my desire.
The journey has tasked the intent of relief.
I need a rainmaker.