David Arn Watershed
Rain hits the window he pretends he's fooled
Restless hunger but not for food
No loud regrets, no unlawful crutch
So good to see he hasn't lost his touch
A cup half full can be much too much
Time and sister, Hope
Cut down the braided rope
Rid sticks and stones from the warriors' head
Keep a wakeful eye on the watershed
Street money bet against the virgin queen
Cards were fixed in a foretold scene
Scammed by discards and one's she'd kept
With just one kiss her only child was swept
Out to sea, but not to rest
Time and sister, Hope
Cut down, cut down the braided rope
Leave sacred bread crumbs when you depart
Mend the crack in your people's heart
If you ever lose sight of the watershed
With its endless flow toward days ahead
Go blind to routes mapped in the sun
Hit the street and your journey comes undone
At the darkest mile where twisted currents run
Time and sister, Hope
Cut down, cut down the braided rope
Rectify a past not put to bed
Bang the drum before blood is shed
Keep a wakeful eye on the watershed
