Born from dust and broken roots,
under skies that never rain.
I’ve been carried by the whispers
and the ghost of yesterday.

No map, no fire to follow,
just the wind that calls my name.
Every mile a piece of sorrow,
Every turn, a burning flame.

I keep rolling on the sand,
chasing unknow through this land.
Never knowing where I’ll stand —
Just rolling on, rolling on the sand.
Through the hands of sun and stars,
Rolling on, rolling on the sand.

Once I dreamed of fields and water,
but the mirage fades away.
Now I drift where fate has tossed me,
Through the bones of yesterday.

The wind’s my only witness.
The dust, my only friend.
I don’t break, I don’t belong —
I just roll until the end.

I keep rolling on the sand,
chasing unknow through this land.
Never knowing where I’ll stand —
Just rolling on, rolling on the sand.
Through the hands of sun and stars,
Rolling on, rolling on the sand.

Maybe I’m searching for meaning
or maybe I’m running from home.
The desert don’t answer questions,
It just carves you into sandstone.

Still I’m rolling on the sand,
Fading footprints from my hands.
Every grain, a different plan —
Still rolling on, rolling on the sand.
I’ll be gone before I stand —
Rolling on, rolling on the sand.

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