The Well
Sometimes the well, it runs dry
Sometimes the heart, just wants to cry
Sometimes the spirit, feels like it might die
Sometimes the well, it just runs dry
Sometimes the well, it overflows
Sometimes the heart, reaps what it sows
Sometimes the face, can’t help but glow
Sometimes the well, it overflows
This is my father’s well, this is my mother’s well
Might as well, be mine as well
Sometimes the well, it can’t be found
Sometimes the voice, won’t make a sound
Sometimes the feet, can’t find the ground
Sometimes the well, it can’t be found
Sometimes the well, it fills my cup
Sometimes a little, is enough
Sometimes looking down is looking up
Sometimes the well, it fills my cup
This is my brother’s well, this my sister’s well
Might as well, be mine as well
Sometimes the well, gets covered over
Sometimes the fire, just makes you colder
Sometimes love, crushes like a bolder
Sometimes the well, get covered over
Sometimes the well, is dug anew
Sometimes the hands, know what to do
Sometimes alone, sometimes with you
Sometimes the well, is dug anew
This is a sacred well, this is a human well
Might as well, be mine as well