This river flows across my countryside.

February 20, 2020

I watch this river flow across the countryside

Carrying our sadness along with it

The wind still blows East and Westward

Along it carries whispers and echos

Our happiness has just been tossed,

Beneath our feet now it dwells

Dusted and dried in the long wait

Maybe we lost the glory we never had

I thought we stole the world

Seems the world held us captive

We sang our songs while it opened

Then we just got stuck in it

We just wander along these paths

Maybe we are entangled

The last song that we never sang

But we waved and waved, like that was a goodbye

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