Showers from heaven joins the Brook
Gurgling on its way
As it gallops through the woods
Gurgling on its way
As it gallops through the woods
Hungering to meet the River in its flight
It keeps travelling non stop
Through the days and night
It keeps travelling non stop
Through the days and night
The river winds it way through fields and dwelling
Settling perhaps to meets the Ocean in the plains.
Yet their hunger is unsatisfied.
Soon we find them in the clouds
Pouring down as rain
To join the brook again.
And this Hunger
For Change remains
Be it a Brook
Or Life in any lane.
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