Ripples (feat. Faerytale & HanJan)

Ripples When we are dead And nestled under the ground Or scattered over favourite seas And special places The mountain will say nothing The trees will not moan And the river will be moving slowly For someone else All that you know All the thoughts you have owned Will pass into nothing Only your vacated body Will provide sacred compost For those that inherit the earth And only those things you created In the minds of your children In the people you touch In the art you leave behind Will show you have been here And that you loved We are the stones that sink when flung into this still lake If we give our living plummeting momentum Let velocity and passion hurl us forwards without restraint It may be that our ripples will reach from bank to bank To be felt by those we never touched Through the blaze of our own comet tail light across their heaven And only those things you created In the minds of your children In the people you touch In the art you leave behind Will show you have been here And that you loved