Lyrics

sometimes arent the same as others sitting on the bridge over the creek-i like every single ripple-ill always love the water- somethings never change

i like the ripples and the water yea there comming back again they look quite the same to me -quite the same

somwhere someones mother crying-looking out out her lonely window-a child weeps in pain..somethings never change

and no one ones is to blame for silly sorrows or your shame
there's no one left to blame

so whay is it so dark-i can barley see the spark-of a fire so alive with the magic there so bright oh so right

AND ALL THIS TIME IM WATCHING AS THE CHILDREN PLAY THERE ROLES AND THE MOTHERS CHANGE THEIR FACES-AND THE FATHERS GIVE THERE SOULS

I WATCH THROUGH ALL THE CHANGES AND THE DARK GIVES WAY TO LIGHT AND THE WATER FLOWS IN PHASES BUT STAYS THE SAME WRONG OR RIGHT

I WISH THAT SOMETIMES WOULD ALL STAY THE SAME