You never miss the water…
How do you get back what you’ve lost?
You only realise how important it is
When you lose it.
Its true meaning,
When you find it again,
Do you remember the steps it took to get there?
Or do you lose it a second time?
Nostalgia fuels your dreams.
You remember when,
In the here and now.
The turned back, the classic walk away
The heavy heart and the profound sigh.
Your world stands still and then in an instant, crumbles.
And through your tears, you see it slipping away.
Your tears, the water of the well
That was formerly dry.
That’s the first step, the cry
That washes away the hurt of memories.
You watched tears fall from your cheeks to the parched earth.
Lifting up tear-stained eyes to heaven,
Realising your mistakes
Vowing never to do them again.
Cross your heart, hope to die
From the thirst of the water,
That was formerly in the well that ran dry.