The translucence of a rain drop, the opaque feeling when it hits your eye
How a life can look up for hope and really believe hope floats in the sky
But is the source actually deep down, in the midst of our hearts, all the way inside?
Is that where our hope lives? Does it flow to our brain, and fuel the burn of our life?
cause when it flows (it knows where to go) with no eyes
when it flows (it floods right through) ebb and do not rise
until we flow, it just goes...
So many reasons to look up, politicians, bureaucrats, governments and lies
So many reasons to lose hope, but somehow we find this comfort in the sky
Despite the water that flows through us and the full moon that glows at night
we lay down to sleep, unlike the tides, we do not rise
until we flow (we know where to go) with no eyes
until we flow (floods right through) ebb and do not rise
until we flow, Ebb and flow...
there's and ebb n flow to our life
Ebb and flow... there's an ebb n flow to our life
we ebb and flow...
...yes we do.
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