It started as a trickle, harmless then it seemed
Just a tiny bubbling fountain adding beauty to the dream
We hardly even noticed as it grew into a brook
we could have stopped it then if we’d known how little it took
BUT…
It made us laugh and brought variety,
We let it grow into a stream..
This steady flow of water adding beauty to the dream
Often times I reflect on the words your mother’d say
The things that endear you now, will annoy you someday
The stream kept growing silently
And steadily it grew …
Suddenly it was apparent it was splitting me and you
But we barely paid attention as across the waves we’d ride,
It didn’t really matter we could cross from side to side.
Then the stream became a river and it began to seem
that the swiftly moving river began to erode the dream
here’s were irony sets in… and takes its brutal toll
we cut in some outlets, an attempt to gain control..

and the water kept on flowing, it never did rescind
the distance ever widening, destroying from within

Now here I stand and wonder as I see the other side
I am not sure you can hear me far across this great divide
What was a harmless trickle once has become a lake
And crossing it is difficult as lives are now at stake

we stand so many miles apart,
with tattered souls and broken hearts

the Lake is miles wider now and is a formidable riff,
and I can't even see you now, gazing off my cliff
accross the water I can't even find the other side
And I will never reach you as this trickle us divides