My well has run dry
I can’t find the energy
No matter I try
And long to hear the stories
Its soothing waters told
I searched to find the direction
In which it had flowed
And longed to hear its babbling brook
That sang its loving song
And hear the words it carried as
It flowed along
From its life giving essences
I could always feel strong
But until the waters sparkle
And fills the air so fresh
The echo of my calls
Will be all I hear from
My empty well walls
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