Dear Lord, you've been long goneFrom this town and far beyondThere's a dead tree in a field of sandDistant cheering in the windI see you nowMirrored in a pool of my own bloodI should have knownI would find you in SamarraWith blessings in disguiseAt the pale man I pointedEye in eye with my demiseCan Samarra be avoided?How many times have I seen him leave?His hand in yoursYours in hisLeaving only dust not knowing where to finally restNow here I lay, in a field of sandTo the deepest bone disjointedWondering in my barren wastelandCan Samarra be avoidеd?
