Wasteland

Truth becomes a river
Like glittering diamonds
A liquid lie
Formed by words
And guided by deeds
Sleeping across the surface
Of self discovery
Dreaming on into the night
Drinking again the moonlight
And illuminated
We all fall in despair
No one ever wished
To see where he fell
To look at his living sin
And all this time
One was walking blind
In a grove of promise
Till all the lies disappeared
And we found our souls
In a wasteland
Picture of the struggle
In search of meaning
In creation
In existance
Betraying the faith
And losing a god