The tap has been running endlessly
For eighteen years in total, maybe even twenty
(Did you love me when I was created or you?)
The water from the river was running for you
The tap has been running endlessly
For eighteen years in total, maybe even twenty
(Did you love me when I was created or you?)
The water from the river was running for you
“Not that I’m a seer but I can predict how this country will turn out. And I’m not speaking of drought or famine or war. But they will cause it, and they will experience the opposite to drastic, deadly levels.”
Just a little prophecy.
Floods and famine and blood and fire
None of it compares to the pain so dire
That is love, loving and that holy blessing
A duty that inspires the man and the lyre