Your footprints, lost traveler, are no longer yours.

They belong now to the deep of my dry heart,

A remembrance of your courage,

A prove of my love.

Your story, lost traveler, it’s so similar to mine,

I could recite its ending like a poem

And, yet, you’re still believing you’re the one

To change history.

Your tears, lost traveler, open gates in time

Through ancient ages, I collect them all!

For I, The Desert, here since earth was born

I’ll be tomorrow.

Your blood and bones, lost traveler, are mine

You’re now a part of the eternity…

Stay here, with me,

Lost traveler in time.