Guatemala

Dusty as the riverbank rises,
Dry and crusty in the sun,
And stagnant as the pools thus settle
So the tone for everyone.

So it is within of storm,
Where risings upward well,
And cause a torrent of confusion,
To try to break the spell.

Break free from the bindings,
And find yourselves again,
Know of no limitations present,
And take your reigns so then

All will race to end of time,
And begin a round to send,
Waters from a Heavenly source,
To thirsty women and men.