A little place
A sanctuary in the city,
That's what this place is.
Water runs and drowns out,
Everything that surrounds me.
The water purifies and washes away.
My spiritual self is drawn here.
How odd to pray amidst so many people.
Yet the water makes me feel so alone.
That's what this place is.
Water runs and drowns out,
Everything that surrounds me.
The water purifies and washes away.
My spiritual self is drawn here.
How odd to pray amidst so many people.
Yet the water makes me feel so alone.