Rising Stream
Every day,
Just going along.
We deal with stuff,
Or we figure wrong,
And we sing our songs.
We go through our changes.
We remember our dreams,
And we turn the pages,
Or we blow off steam,
While life seems to flow like a stream.
Except now, the stream is rising,
And the height it reaches might be surprising,
And at a certain point there’ll be no disguising
That hell’s breaking loose and it’s time to get ready!
The rain keeps on falling,
And it’s going to flood.
Don’t know what’ll happen, but you got to keep steady:
Pile up the sand bags to keep out the mud,
And feel your love as it pumps in your blood.
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