H 2 Ode
the water falls and
the wind blows
everything's quiet
except the storm
look out the window
if you could go to
where water comes from
up and above
this is amazing
this is so pure
this is our lifesource
we are it, too
look at the deserts
tell me the truth
what would you do without it, too?
water falls forming
streams in the glass
and now the paveroad
became a bank
over the rooftops
water will fall
look at it washing
over the porch
purest life giver
joy it will spring
even salvation
happens within
look at the deserts
tell me the truth
what would you do without it, too?
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