The Watering Hole
How long must I travel down this dusty road
Till I find my own watering hole
It feels like its been a long, long time
Since I got a chance to rest my weary soul
I've carried this load for a long, long time
So I feel like I can't go on
I really need to see that watering hole
Just to quench my thirsty soul
My feet are sore, even the suns' beating down on me
So very dry and parched am I
So a long, long cool drink from that watering hole
Sure would work wonders for me
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