Rise more so the bee to the end and rise more so I can cool from within the dust storm builds around, swirling around as my tears turn to clouds thundering Sounds fearful birds Screeching song as they sing the shepherd with his dog hunts in the wind, looking for a prey to quench the need. Then the maid gets prepared to serve the feast but the frightening light strikes from the sky the dust of my heart blinds. Only I need the rain with my thirst to fill all that shall live