Thirsty River
From a tiny spout, it slowly begins to take form, Filled drop by drop, from the contributions of a storm, Every single memory, every moment, a part of the deluge, And when you cross the banks, they have no refuge.
From a tiny spout, it slowly begins to take form, Filled drop by drop, from the contributions of a storm, Every single memory, every moment, a part of the deluge, And when you cross the banks, they have no refuge.