Help Over The Edge

 
I watch as rain like teardrops fall
Upon the desert's barren face
And flow down lines that seem to trace
The saga of desolation
As a storm begins to squall

The wind blows shrill through quivering lips
Lashing out with sorrow's heart
Leaving all those torn apart
To sway to the rhythm of emotion
As in the ground our comrade slips

The storm recedes, the face goes drawn
Lines are etched much deeper now
Refreshed by rain and yet some how
It's not enough to disavow
The reason that they're gone