So it's that drought again br And the fireflies flitter br Over those sullen seaside graves. br To remind you of past troubles br Withered and worn br By the ocean waves. br br So those rainbow roads br Over the maddening masses br Are beginning to lose their hue. br To remind you that things may fade, br From those ancient pyramids br To all things shining and new. br br So the hurt has returned br Sprung from the dust's upward spiral br And rising from the sand. br To remind you that I am here br Hurting, swelling, craving, br Always dying to hold your hand.br br K.