before his eyes is a desolate land
his caravan is lost in a sea of sand
all promises wait to be fulfilled
he prays to heavens for a magic wand
he longs for the sun to set in the west
for dune to have shadow on its hand
the night will come with a million stars
still for him it won't be grand
his soul is out of tune, Uni,
like some music of a raucous band!
