One final look at your reflection
An image blurred, what can you see?
A ripple barely breaks the surface
Your life a stone cast to the stream
When could you ever matter?
Like the stone, your mark is small
What could you ever offer?
Where's the meaning in it all?
Stand before a raging river
Try to see where it begins
Then take a look a little closer
You just might see where you fit in
We're all just ripples in the waters
Each so meaningless and weak
Yet when the ripples come together
We finally find the strength to speak
This world we'll call the river
Us, the stones thrown from the bridge
Becoming one within the waters
You're not alone in all of this
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