Land of Unrest
This world, this place, this hour
seems uncertain at best
I'm like a dying flower
in a land where there is no rest
Each way I turn I feel a burn
each day's another test
All I can feel is fear and concern
in a land where there is no rest
I'm hungry, battered, and weary
life has lost its zest
All things around me are dreary
In a land where there is no rest
This world, this place, this hour
seems frightening at best
I'm like a dying flower
in a land where there is no rest
