Water Under The Bridge

What's a drop of water
From a daughter made of glass
Frail and poised on a question
When there's nothing left to ask

Asking questions
So close to the ridge
Dirt under my feet
Water under the bridge

What's a drop of water
In an ocean of compromise
One more shake of my tail
And it falls away and dies

Asking questions
So close to the ridge
Dirt under my feet
Water under the bridge

What's a drop of water
From a storm's gentle eye
Poisoned by an envy
That a tear can't purify