As I lay in the streams of life
I cannot help but think
In these fluid thoughts I listen
And the water, she tells me such
Patience is a rock
Carried in your hand
You chose for it to be with you
Those who cast the first stone, are fools
Feae she is a breeze
Though she raise the hairs
On the back of your neck
She changes naught in life
Solidarity is such
Whom are you now
And who is with you
Let the stream take me
To fields of fading flowers
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
As I lay in the streams of life
I cannot help but think
In these fluid thoughts I listen
And the water, she tells me such
Patience is a rock
Carried in your hand
You chose for it to be with you
Those who cast the first stone, are fools
Feae she is a breeze
Though she raise the hairs
On the back of your neck
She changes naught in life
Solidarity is such
Whom are you now
And who is with you
Let the stream take me
To fields of fading flowers
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