Fluttering, flying I saw it
Flowing down what you call
A waterfall
Smiling as it screamed
Laughing as it fell to its death
Not caring about life, or death
I see myself there, watching
Wanting to fly, as it were
I look at the waterfall
A symbol of nature
Deep inside I felt myself falling
Loving it with every minute
The water against my head
Surrounded by the world
Now I know how it felt
Why it laughed
Your emotions take over
What’s left is pure
Waterfall (11/15/2000) in Archives
- Feb. 25, 2017, 3:25 a.m.
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Last updated February 25, 2017
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