Sand...

The crimson sun burns down with blazing heat
Killing vegetation, scorching bare feet. I journey alone through the rock and sand, Hoping to one day flee from this wasteland.
Oasises appear, sprining up fast. But these sources of life never do last. They disappear before I get a taste, And then I am forced to wander the wastes.
Nothing lives for long in this barren Hell. Parched bones testify to that all too well. When plants appear I hope for fertile land, But when I reach them all I find is... sand.

Broken

We're living in a broken world,
Through broken hearts our blood is swirled.
I had what I needed but now it's lost,
The fluttering feeling frozen with frost...