Life has become such a struggle
Fighting for survival here,
Like the green growth of a desert
At certain times of the year

Or like the fruit of the trees
Fighting against the wind,
Hanging on for dear life
Until the absolute end.

Like the wind current of rivers
Struggling to get away
There just seems to be no end
It keeps on going day after day

But there is one great hope
And that's Love their Lord
Without Him, just without Him
This world would be corrupt.