This city had a Fountain of Goodness.
It was a lovely fountain, it's true.
The true meaning of it was lost to some.
And then they shut off the water.

Water had been shut off for so many and
it seemed unlikely the fountains could be spared.
So it was
shut off.

But this fountain, it was unique.
It was the Fountain of Goodness.
But this fountain, was something peculiar,
and from it goodness flowed.

As the fountain dried up, dried up,
the goodness in town withered.
It withered and shrunk in to itself.
And now it is almost gone.

Soon there shall be no goodness left,
none in the whole town.
Perhaps one day the water will flow
and with it the goodness once more.

But that day is not today.
For today the water is stopped.
For that day is not today
and today the goodness dries up.

Perhaps one day the water will flow,
and with it, the goodness return.
Perhaps one day the water will flow,
but that is not today.