It's so dry

Pastures of green have faded,
Where's the waters of life promised?
Barren lands on which life once stood ever stronger,
Now nothing remains but a dry tree clinging on to life.

Oh this drought of silliness,
How one toils and nothing grows,
Is this land to grow nothing but cactus and barren fruit,
That you wish to curse the sky that never falls rain.

When will rain come to rekindle life?
When will rain come to restore life?
How I missed the days where sweet and juicy fruits grew,
How I missed the days where purpose roamed within these orchards.

All is gone
All is gone
No purpose whatsoever,
Dry and barren this land stands.

Where is the promised rain from heaven,
To lift this accursed land from its God forsaken nature,
Restoring the life of heaven that's due it,
So that it serves the purpose meant under heaven.