Unintentionally Indigeous Person

I thought my heart was tough,  
Left out in the sun, grew leathery rough.
Real time brings realization,
Not valleys, but caves are the depth of this nation.
Only the sky gets to cry my tears.
The whole world see's, but no one hears.
Bury head, then body in the sand,
Hoping no one will remember I walk on this land.
The night grows later, darker with time
Still unsheltered, living outside
No one wants to stay in a dry, barren desert
So trek or die alone are my only survival measures.