Cold Stony Sand
I stand here in a foreign land
Beneath my boots, cold stony sand.
A dessert country rough as stones,
with frosty nights that chill my bones,
And scorching days that blind my sight,
A burning hell until the night.
I came to keep the peace, I hear,
But all I do is live in fear.
Unseen eyes, they stare at me
Please send me home, please set me free
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