Hail to the River

The river embraced its one true form To travel its depths through hail and storm. Through the village and through the town Through the kingdom that once was crowned. Through the valley and through the pain The village was destroyed but the villagers sang. Through the hymns and through the effort Mother still cooed that we would find comfort. That we still thrived and amidst the trouble Father was alive, beneath the rubble. “Continue to dig!” One villager ordered "I'll find you father," I softly uttered. I imagined father’s body, wrought with pain And I pushed to dig faster as it began to rain. The river continued, destination unknown Like the circle of life, it has no throne. It travels continuously without an end Through every nook and through every bend. Through every ocean, and through every ascend Through the skies and into Heaven. Father is alive, I will seek the truth Take with you, river, a momentum of our youth. A pebble with a carving of the word "Amour" Because that is the word that father is sure. Of earlier happiness, and spread it through the kingdom Hail Good Father, let him not fall victim. I dug faster as my eyes began to sting I will not cry, I will continue to sing. The rain poured harder and my vision began to blur I heard a voice- Father’s, I was sure. With your love and with your strength My two hands will dig this length. Of our village and of our kingdom My dear father, my beating heart's emblem. Hail the river, hail the sea Hail my father, once crowned King.