By Michael Koelliker

Guiding the young through the Desert
The Desert of Love as it is known
With the sand’s Fury in our eyes
The Light at the oasis is never shown

I am not the shepherd, just the lead sheep
Watching for mirages and the Antlion’s cone
Devious the Doodlebug is
For his home is another’s tomb

Past the illusions and traps abroad
This is where I leave you alone
For this journey is yours
Tears run as I look back, the Light of Him shone

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