Increasing Deserts - Count Raven

Here you are after all your traveling

And have you found your way

Did you loose your time here

Too many forms in the way

All your life you’ve been ill treated

Hurt most all your life

No help and mislead

You wish to say goodnight

You say there is no tomorrow

I urge you to be brave

I beg you, love each other

Turn night into day

Although Increasing Deserts

Decrease all your land

You are only losing

Unless you take my hand