Our hands taste the water as the world demands a song
Within a whispered feeling runs something deeper
Our eyes have seen a vision of tomorrow
Written on the face of our setting sun
In perfect time

Where is the golden bowl of beauty from stories of old
Did it gaze into the mirror of life and change
When our hands tasted the water
Did we forget our song
Because we aged

We walk hand in hand attempting to get ever closer
To the water, that whispers sweet melodies
Yet if we found the golden bowl to fill
Would we even comprehend
The price we’d pay

Our hands tasted the water and we sang to the world
Gazing at our beauty in the mirror of sweet youth
The golden bowl is not empty nor is it lost
We hold it inside filled to the brim
With life’s truth