Tear drop on a dusty road. Absorbed.
Graveyard? Buried underground. Surface stained with blood, kneeling on the side of the road. Praying? How?
Faith is questioned, the loss souls dance in sorrow above the red clay road, Fading.
Into the clouds the souls drift. Despair. Shoulders drop, sighing a grunt that shook the ground. Knees worn down dripping unanswered calls for help, Eyes drained, A flame suffocated by the blanket of lost hope.