EL ATACAMA
A land not touched by weary cries
A land touched by gazing eyes
A land not touched by sharp steel
A land touched with color real
A land not touched with rearranges
A land touched by water changes
A land not touched by why oh why
A land touched by blue orange sky
A land not touched by blood of hate
A land touched by moments fate
A land not touched by working grind
A land touched by what you find

Pamela Chesbro