Downstream

[Verse 1] Downstream, I dare to say, a hundred steps or more, I drink where his bright lordship’s steps have gone before. In vain he fumes, in vain he rages so— I cannot stir the water where I go. [Chorus] So am I lying? Is my truth a lie? The stream runs clear beneath a watchful sky. His wrath is wasted on a simple plea— The current flows, and sets the river free. [Verse 2] He claims I muddy what he needs to taste, Yet distance keeps our separate waters chaste. My cup is filled where his has never been— The fault is his, who sees what is not seen. [Bridge] Oh, pride will build a wall of bitter sound, While humble streams run silent underground. Let him who stands above the bank decide— The truth is carried on the turning tide. [Chorus] So am I lying? Is my truth a lie? The stream runs clear beneath a watchful sky. His wrath is wasted on a simple plea— The current flows, and sets the river free. [Outro] Downstream, downstream, the water finds its way, And silence speaks what angry words betray.