Man is the child of Child, the father of the Man Like pools within the pool and waves upon the sand Like birds that fly so free, that somewhere must begin The rain like circles begins again All my life, this has been a mystery I can close my eyes and clearly see Everytime I'm happy in dream your memories bring me down Set me free – let me be Like flowing waters past the rippled stones of time Like old men ageing, drifting, answering through their minds Under a bridge of peace of woods that don't forget She stops and stares as if we've never met For all I know, this could be my destiny Searching every hour of each day Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are Calling you