Once

Brooks use to chuckle and speech would flow

The birds could sing and the trees could grow
The shade was cool and the sun wasn’t harsh
Skin wasn’t wrinkled and the face would glow
Now
Prophets are sent and scriptures reveled
Temples are erected and priests are skilled
God to the heavens will now retreat
Yes! Able, son of Adam, Cain has killed

The tide in the River is now on the low

Shores are dry only marshes now grow
The light is fading, the day seem passed
We are all thirsty ’n a drop doesn’t flow

Once mighty River that flowed everywhere

Left some Water with Prophets and Sear
Come to the Whole and quench your thirst
The end of the Times, now so near