Calling out to you
though our time has gone
Calling out to you
words that once belonged
I can see that your truth is a river
and sometimes a river runs dry
Turn a blinded eye
kiss the feeding hand
Turn a blind eye
break the common man
I can see that your peace is a river
and sometimes a river runs dry
All that you wish for and all that you hope for is dying
All that you dream for dies
Read the fading stone
only time will tell
Read the fading stone
mirrors of myself
I can see that our lives are like rivers
and sometimes a river runs dry
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