 
          Then I saw what I had never seen before
        
        
          My forgotten dream to wander and explore
        
        
          The mysteries and myths that hid in the desert’s core
        
        
          Riddling the scabbing scars we bore
        
        
          My dried soul began to yearn for a chance to begin
        
        
          Another life to breathe its everlasting green
        
        
          With my grandfather’s words my soul started to heal
        
        
          Those simple words no pain nor grief could steal
        
        
          “Without your consent no suffering can rob away
        
        
          What you hold dear to heart and close to stay.”
        
        
          The Gobi’s voice seemed to speak the same
        
        
          Showing me life in the sandy fame
        
        
          The creatures of the desert that lived free
        
        
          Found life where we thought no life should be
        
        
          We huddled close in the desert’s freezing night
        
        
          And watched as the sky painted a mesmerizing sight
        
        
          With countless stars shining in their brightest shade
        
        
          To accompany those who from home had strayed
        
        
          As the nights passed we started to learn our lesson
        
        
          In the Gobi’s skies we found this hard journey’s reason
        
        
          Yet even with our eyes watching and faith renewed
        
        
          Another shade of reality itself revealed
        
        
          The days became harder with exhaustion gnawing within
        
        
          The scorching sun wouldn’t cease to graze our skin
        
        
          And those who lost their strength along the way
        
        
          We watched helplessly as their lives faded away
        
        
          Yet they whispered the same words in their very last breath
        
        
          Promising to give our nation their blessing in death
        
        
          It’s been ffty eight days since we left our home
        
        
          To travel the Gobi’s silky road on our own
        
        
          The difference between a mirage and a well
        
        
          Our dulling eyes still couldn’t tell
        
        
          Yet we held on to the last string of hope
        
        
          Tying a knot at the end of the rope
        
        
          We believed that we would someday fnd
        
        
          The Gobi desert’s piece of mind
        
        
          With this unfaltering faith we treaded on
        
        
          But in our hearts the battle’s won
        
        
          The scorching sun beamed down the cloudless sky
        
        
          But there’s no more fear in our silent eyes