A lowly brook, a whispering wind,
It calms the souls ever yearning rage,
The whispering soul into old age.
The whispering tide that laps on the shore,
All this and even more.
The tide of man the wrinkled skin,
A face, of a face, of a face within.
Clear flowing in the water of peace,
Comes healing, forgiveness and life's lease.
Bringing calmness to a soul which once could not be found.
Up above a blue sky, below a babbling brook,
She sings a song of forgiveness where once she dare not look.
She had a vision from the brook as before it she stood,
A vision of her life in the water like only she could.
She had been troubled in her mind for many years,
Until she talked with the brook and told it of her fears.
The vision in the water talked of her life before,
It reduced her to a lot of tears but now she understood for sure.
The message from the babbling brook gave her courage to endure,
Six months in an alcoholic ward, but she knows there is no cure.
The vision from the babbling brook gave her back life that day,
But only on the condition that she throw the terrible evil away.
Now her mind is clearer just like the babbling brook,
And if she want's to see her past life she only has to look.
She say's a little prayer each day as she watches the water flow,
And thanks her friend the little brook for her life you know.
Now all she drinks is water that she gets from you know where,
And they sit and talk for hours,
About all the secrets they have come to know and share.
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