There is a lot you ought to cease,
You've been pushed foward by sycophancy,
When your heart has been crushed by its theif,
Everyone but you is dancing...
Water is my life and inception,
Yet I favor gold,
Water is the reason for inventions,
Water moulds my soul...
Those monotonous words,
Read by honourable veterans,
While the new Cavalry has flown away like birds,
An adventure for each generation...
Wouldn't you love to be the first,
They say no one remembers the second,
You are the one to quench your thirst,
You are the spine of the generation...
Painting from the net- ( fineartamerica.com )
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