These Streams Run in Circles

You say it's far too easy to fall into despair That "all is

well" is nothing other than excusing what we cannot bear and these streams

They run in circles Conscious thoughts Always above If you could

lie and say you knew what's Real and true and there Through the

light and sorrow like a child I'd follow asking questions I don't

dare to answer and all is as it should be No,

but I know you're not to blame Such a burden For anybody

To have the power Of your name and these streams They