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
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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
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
Writer: Hannah McKeown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid