Where did you come from?*

Where did you come from?*

Hot scorching sands in the desert sun

No coolness to the oasis, until the day is done

Blowing winds that see no relief

Desolation all around, such a belief

Blurry mirage I see in my eyes

The sun intensifies in wide open skies

But I see an outline is approaching, I know it's near

For my heart knows of love and it became you crystal clear

Dom*Colucci 2012