River, River
River, river come to me
Wash away all sadness I see
The child's face from yesterday
Tear stained and no one knows why
Not even her
The stranger who is known but not
Who is recognized, but barely
Is it a choice?
The man of bad dreams
Who takes away Mom and Dad
Along with everyone else I care about
The family lost, whether blood or friends
Forever gone, yet never forgotten
All memories we block out
Realities we pretend are fake
Worlds we pretend exist or don't
River, river, come to me
Wash away my sad, sad past
Build for me a new, sunny day
With a bright future to look forward to
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