Wasteland of my soul

A scrubby wasteland I walked in
Full of dirt and rocks and sin
Twisted metal screams and crys
All of these sights attacking my eyes

But in this wasteland of despair
A lone flower bloomed, a yellow flare
Amongst the death and decay
Beauty still exists today

In this wasteland of broken parts
Broken bones and broken hearts
Pain and death are foretold
This wasteland of my soul