The wind blows through the cracks
Casts shadows on the sand
The sun breaks through the clouds
In this no man's land
A weathered fishing rod
Makes a line in the dust
Don't know where the owner is
But I know why he left
Once there was a lake
In this ocean of sand
Its cry for help remained unheard
Till there was nothing but dirt
No one is left
In this swallowed-up ocean
All life is dead
In this swallowed-up ocean of sand