The Hero Of The Desert

I ramble, while my feet are strong.
My value is forgotten
And I can't feel my withered tonque,
My name isn't spoken.

My only legasy is flask,
But I am not a coward,
So, "where to go?" - my daily task
I point out: "Forward".

My nerves are pressed like burning spring,
My tribe is waiting, when I come.
They hope The Choosen One can bring
A case with G.E.C.K. to build a farm.

And I have rumpled all my life.
My corpse is full of wounds...
My heart is pierced by raider's knife,
Like Nuclear sky in clouds...