We came from the water,
It runs through our ancient days,
Down the long years to this moment,
Coursing through our lives,
Like the bloodline of Kings,
A swiftly flowing stream,
Of memory and sorrow.
One drop of water,
Of blood,
And then another,
Can become a ripple.
A river,
A rising torrent, unstoppable,
Which in time,
Breaks down all resistance,
To flow free once again,
On the journey to it's destiny.