Some sort of Dipity
There are those who see with eyes anew
To whom every truth and lie is new
Had to learn everything they ever knew
Who demanded and did not ask
There are those whom have been before
Listened talked and seen before
The tears and heard the screams before
Who asked and did not demand
There are those who will come again
Dance and feel the sun again
So at last we can all be one again
It’s how the river finds the sea