Down by Apollo’s creek


There’s an Old Well down by Apollo’s creek
It’s probably buried in a salad of bushes and flowers these days
I’m not sure if the water is still fit to drink
But I doubt it’s ripples still tastes the sun’s rays

We used to run down there on moonlit nights
Staring down into the abyss with wishes in mind
Wishing for kisses that never happened
Rejoicing religiously for the ones that did

At the Old Well dreams were made, hearts were broken
Love found, love lost
Fates connected as we gazed into the dizziness
Then rolled the bucket up to wash it all away

Do you remember the Old Well down by Apollo’s creek? The blood, sweat, tears and dirt, it washed it all away…. At least it used to.

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