History Will Always Repeat

See that old dry creek bed, used to run bank to bank Lighting, thunder, logs and boulders coming down Mark my words, they will flow again someday This time it may go over the bank Who knows it might just take the whole town We have to prepare that day That scar you have there, used to be a cut Almost went to the bone, thank your lucky star It healed, things never stay the same Like life, we cannot afford to get in a rut May not be pretty, but be glad that you have that scar A reminder on how it came That little acorn, someday may be a big oak tree Then form it, more little acorns will fall As the never ending cycle starts all over again You have to look before you can see Before you walk, you have to crawl Sometimes you have to lose in order to win If it did it once, it will do it again Yes history, kind of has a funny way about that Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet Some are going to lose and some will win There is not a dang thing we can do about that Yes Sir, someday history will repeat