Parched lips and scorching sun, sand biting on my flaky skin, I could see nothing but you.

And I wonder, how the hell did we get here?

You said, "don't matter, follow me, I know the way outta here."

We didn't talk after that but You held my hand and continue walking forward.

When I drag my feet, You never stop. You never turn to take a look.

But your grip constant and your footsteps persistent.

I know I'm in safe hands.

Thank You. Just because of You, I'll be fine.