Waterfall

The woods are so bare, the woods are so bare these days.

I found my heart there, I found my heart in that place,

and all the birds sing, they all sing in different ways,

but all the same song: the woods are so bare these days.

 

And I thought I heard the flow of the river

but the water had no one to call,

and when it got to the end of the path that it carved,

it found that there was nothing there at all,

nothing there at all.

 

The woods are so wide, the woods are so wide out here.

But don’t you run off and hide, just stay by my side my dear.

The world is so vast, and it’s never been half this clear.

I’m finding my path, but the woods are so wide out here.

 

And I thought I saw the river running by me,

but the water had nowhere to go,

and when it got to the end of the path that it carved,

it found a drop at the end of the road,

the end of the road.

 

It’s not about how fast you can run; it’s about what’s been given so you can.

It’s not about the edge that you’re on; it’s about where you’re going when you land.

It’s not about the banks you’re confined in; it’s about spilling over the walls.

It’s not about the way that you’re winding; it’s about the waterfall.

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