Womb Of Sand

How long have we wandered in this wasted land How many generations quickened in this womb of sand In gardens of stone we have made our home It is all that we know, all we have known Since time forgotten by mortal men All our years, we have crouched in the dust Whilst the wind thickens our skin Spared the knowledge required to dream Of a different land, verdant and green How long have we wandered in this wasted land How many generations quickened in this womb of sand By sweat we are cleansed of our weakness By patience we fulfill the ancient promise From the pain of living we take clarity From wail of the dunes we learn simplicity God has shown us the truths that hide Behind the glare of the blue marble sky Pity us not For we protest naught Of the torments we endure ‘Tis divine to accept our lot How long have we wandered in this wasted land How many generations quickened in this womb of sand