The Fountain
We used to meet at the fountain
The one near our lane
The water would run down
And peacefully share a soothing sound
The water went from crystal clear
To troubled water, a drop of tear
It then turned into mud
And single drops would fall as a thud
I went to the fountain
And the fountain was dry
How could a place of peace
Overnight begin to cease
Felt as though someone stole
The purpose of its very soul
The fountain had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
Than a pile of bricks, than a pile of bricks
The fountain was now a building
That some people would visit with passion
And spend hours brainstorming
About the beauty that passed its position
A historic landmark
That for us had become dark
For others it's intriguing
For us, it's groundbreaking
I went to the fountain
And the fountain was dry
How could a place of peace
Overnight begin to cease
Felt as though someone stole
The purpose of its very soul
The fountain had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
Than a pile of bricks, than a pile of bricks
Pile of, pile of
Pile of, pile of
Pile of, pile of bricks
Pile of, pile of
Pile of; pile of
Pile of, pile of bricks
Pile of, pile of
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Pile of, pile of
Pile of; pile of
Pile of, pile of bricks
I went to the fountain
And the fountain was dry
How could a place of peace
Overnight begin to cease
Felt as though someone stole
The purpose of its very soul
The fountain had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
Than a pile of bricks
Than a pile of bricks
The one near our lane
The water would run down
And peacefully share a soothing sound
The water went from crystal clear
To troubled water, a drop of tear
It then turned into mud
And single drops would fall as a thud
I went to the fountain
And the fountain was dry
How could a place of peace
Overnight begin to cease
Felt as though someone stole
The purpose of its very soul
The fountain had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
Than a pile of bricks, than a pile of bricks
The fountain was now a building
That some people would visit with passion
And spend hours brainstorming
About the beauty that passed its position
A historic landmark
That for us had become dark
For others it's intriguing
For us, it's groundbreaking
I went to the fountain
And the fountain was dry
How could a place of peace
Overnight begin to cease
Felt as though someone stole
The purpose of its very soul
The fountain had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
Than a pile of bricks, than a pile of bricks
Pile of, pile of
Pile of, pile of
Pile of, pile of bricks
Pile of, pile of
Pile of; pile of
Pile of, pile of bricks
Pile of, pile of
Pile of, pile of
Pile of, pile of bricks
Pile of, pile of
Pile of; pile of
Pile of, pile of bricks
I went to the fountain
And the fountain was dry
How could a place of peace
Overnight begin to cease
Felt as though someone stole
The purpose of its very soul
The fountain had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
It had become nothing more, no nothing more
Than a pile of bricks
Than a pile of bricks
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Writer(s): Hedda Roste, Jessica Rose Dralet, Florian Brey
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