The River of Life
Seasons come and go;
but you keep pushing forward.
but you keep pushing forward.
Summer makes you heated;
Winter makes you cold down to the core.
In fall, you keep pushing;
Past all the leaves and debris.
I like you best in spring.
Winter makes you cold down to the core.
In fall, you keep pushing;
Past all the leaves and debris.
I like you best in spring.
Yet, in each season you have taught me life.
You adapt and keep pushing.
You give without receiving,
but never change your ways.
You adapt and keep pushing.
You give without receiving,
but never change your ways.
I want to be you.
I want to flow like a river,
around all the curves and bends of life;
I want to breathe life onto the living,
even when I am not receiving.
I want to flow like a river,
around all the curves and bends of life;
I want to breathe life onto the living,
even when I am not receiving.
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