You appear from the fountain screaming, I’m born!

It’s not what I thought I need to go back.

You bounce against one rock and then another.

You look high and you are only low

youth always stays but it all gets old.

Your mind says why me.

There are great expectations you can’t live up to.

And so it is the same day the same way, always

You then find you are not needed

and sent on your way. Soon you do go back.

You sing: “HOLY, HOLY, HOLY!