A Constant Storm - Flow Of Time

Rivers of life never seem still
Flowing through eternity
On through valleys and hills
Underneath and high above

Yet we're left with only thirst
Loose traces of how it all came to be
This cruel fate is our curse
In the flow of time

For each moment
Each cherished episode Each decisive event

All belong to yesterday
Monuments to a past
Blurred and fading away

Twisted out of form
Life is a constant storm

This cruel fate is our curse
In the flow of time