Water was running down the hillside
leaping and falling over rock and leaf
picking up all of the memories and keeping them inside
coming upon those who are desperate to receive
the life that flows alongside
alongside the meomeories of times long past
to be accepted as the livings bride
for as long as they both should last
Keeping a cycle of rinse and repeat
as more liquid is added in a steady beat
moving on and on ebbing and flowing
forever growing and never slowing
a constant move in and a constant move out
always there protecting as a pulsing redoubt
With no morals, taking as it gives
water is pure, refining as it sieves
seperating that which can
and that which wont
thsoe that work with their fellow man
and those that would have them drown to keep afloat
it does not care of which cloth you are cut
only that you give back that you were given
an action that listens to no ifs or buts
as inevitable as the tides falling only to be risen
you will be running down the hillside
to give life to those who at the base reside
