NOTHING TO SAY

I'm like a dessert, No oasis to be seen, I'm a flower that has withered, No joys can I win. Love for me is a dried river, No water can I see, Happiness and affection are feelings, Which have gone far from me. Dreams, hopes and aspirations, Means nothing to me, They only give me palpitations, And make my heart to flee. Yet I've no complains to be made, None's there to be blamed, That which is my fate, I know I'll have to face.