As the burning sun beats down on the desert sand
She moves quickly
Stopping for a moment to see what lies ahead
In the hidden truth of a rocky stand.
Up above in the blinding eye of the sun vultures circle
Waiting for the last breath of silence to feed life
Into the burning desert sand.
Then without even a thought
She rises from her bed and looks around her lonely room
Feeling the empty emotion of survival she sits.
What has become of a life now two times told
In separate songs and different lives
She enters thru the doors of life
One new and the other old and still so much alike.
Waiting outside in the desert sand the lizard is still and alive
Watching and waiting for the for the truth to rise
From inside the rocky stand.
She spreads her wings above the wind
And thru open doors she flies
Only in a life two times told she sees thru open doors outside.
Laced with visions of a life two times told
One new and the other old
She waits outside by the rocky stand
Living lives two time told.