lost and then found
Buckets
These buckets are getting heavy
And I filled them with the water from the well
Buckets of water
I carry to the farm
And I dream that there's running water
But there's buckets of water
maybe 40 or more
and my arms are getting heavy
as I carry most of them home
It took 20 trips
And I don't want to carry on
In my depression it wasn't depression at all
For my Dad he found the problem
And with the well The buckets
Are to feed instead
Of carrying water and making my body feel dread
And I filled them with the water from the well
Buckets of water
I carry to the farm
And I dream that there's running water
But there's buckets of water
maybe 40 or more
and my arms are getting heavy
as I carry most of them home
It took 20 trips
And I don't want to carry on
In my depression it wasn't depression at all
For my Dad he found the problem
And with the well The buckets
Are to feed instead
Of carrying water and making my body feel dread
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Buckets
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