Water Under The Bridge

What's a drop of water

From a daughter made of glass

Frail and poised on a question

WHen there's nothing left to ask



Asking questions

So close to the ridge

Dirt under my feet

Water under the bridge



What's a drop of water

In an ocean of compromise

One more shake of my tail

and it falls away and dies



Asking questions

So close to the ridge

Dirt under my feet

Water under the bridge



What's a drop of water

From a storm's gentle eye

Poisoned by an envy

That a tear can't purify