Water

Written by ：Pain of salvation/Daniel Gildenloew/Daniel magdic

I've always loved the sound of rain

Touching so softly my windowpane

And then the scent of dew at dawn

Coming to greet me from my moist lawn

Home

I always took it for granted

I never valued the drops I shed

I failed to see the relation

Between myself and world starvation

Water's for the chosen

But how come we expect us to be those few

Me and you

In this hot desolate timeglass I met this man

Wearing a worn old flyer's cap

Every day he had to dig 10 feet down for his daily ration of water

One poor gallon

And so he did

Singing while doing it

10 feet of sand for the thirst

But he gave me half of what he was given for a day

All for thirst and sanity use

While we use up hundred times more

What do we do with it

Pipes and bathtubs sprinklers and fountains

Freshwater used as a dump for oil and nuclear waste

Desert people turns humble he said

They know what they have

But do they know what they lose when we flush

And we flush

And we flush

But yet sadly he looked up to me

Felt a need for our greed our freedom

Said all he really wanted was a car and a radio

He too failed to see the relation

Between our lives

And his starvation

Water's for the chosen

Water's for the few

Life is for the chosen

Oh but only if we believe it to be true but we do

But I'm through

I'm through

I'm through

I've always loved the sound