Consider

we're only shadows in the desert
we run in and out and end up in the same place
home is far, but we persist
we're not brave, but we have to live

love is but an answer
i couldn't find
a memory that still remains
in a fool's mind

love is a signal
that shows we're human
a piece of meaning
in this meaningless merry

it should be bread
in times of hunger
but it's a drop of water
for a thirsty crowd

should we be easy with a drop?
could we go on without a crop?
and if the pain makes us mourn
we've got to make our path, and fight for more