The river back home is a mystical place, I was often drawn to her when I had a dilema to face... Her gentle wave would motion
me near, with a soft whisper she'd offer an ear...
I'd share my troubles, my sorrows and pain; confiding in her all my fears...
Unselfishly, mercifully she'd lend me her tears...
Yes, unselfishly for she had a dilema of her own, one she could not hide...
For around the bend she would have to divide...
There, at the fork her ways would split two, on top of her mind surely sat thoughts "what to do?"...
Yes, mercifully for she took the time needed to nurture my soul...
Keeping the pain from taking its toll...
Then, as if to tell me everything would be just right...
She'd nod her head in peace, and disappear;
Quickly out of sight..
me near, with a soft whisper she'd offer an ear...
I'd share my troubles, my sorrows and pain; confiding in her all my fears...
Unselfishly, mercifully she'd lend me her tears...
Yes, unselfishly for she had a dilema of her own, one she could not hide...
For around the bend she would have to divide...
There, at the fork her ways would split two, on top of her mind surely sat thoughts "what to do?"...
Yes, mercifully for she took the time needed to nurture my soul...
Keeping the pain from taking its toll...
Then, as if to tell me everything would be just right...
She'd nod her head in peace, and disappear;
Quickly out of sight..
