Where is everyone?
I ask this while gazing at a barren landscape.
The heat bearing down on this constant oblivion.
Each step in this field of desolation leaves me weak and scathed.
The sun is mocking my plight, casting its light to show that nothing lay in sight.
Farther I walk, while images of War and Death flash through my mind.
Still I walk, paying no mind to these evil deeds and not bothering to look behind.
My Will is unwavering, my Fear is cured.
Because I know that in the darkest hour, a path of Redemption will be Found by a heart clear and pure.