I had this little stream in my mind.
It grew into the river over time.
The river rolled of,in all that building walled.
It cocked it through the mountains eyed.
It was something so been live,
I had this little stream in my mind.
And in the little stream I was washed away.
My lost just took it to my grey.
Off a wind blow,I took the little stream.
Without this mighty brook I would be dead.
It was something so sublime,
I had this little stream in my mind.
When I was a river I was blind.
To the volume up,the mount near my mind,
I didn't take note,I kept on rolling slow.
Till the mountain called the ocean,
and the ocean said welcome.
It was something so divine,
I had this little stream in my mind.
It was something so sublime,
It was just the little stream in my mind.
It was something so been live,
I had this little stream in my mind.