Heart Of The Matter
The River
Sometimes I make for the river,
And sit while it passes me by,
I have a sense of foreboding,
For the life of me, I don't know why.
I love to sit down by the river,
To be lost in the depths of its pull,
And although the sun tries to warm it,
The fast flowing river stays cool.
I look at the river in wonder,
I'm calmed by the sound that it makes,
I know that it ends in the ocean,
But I'm not sure just how long it takes.
I wonder now where does it come from,
And where does its journey begin,
The river holds on to its secrets,
Guess, I'll never know just where it's been.
And sit while it passes me by,
I have a sense of foreboding,
For the life of me, I don't know why.
I love to sit down by the river,
To be lost in the depths of its pull,
And although the sun tries to warm it,
The fast flowing river stays cool.
I look at the river in wonder,
I'm calmed by the sound that it makes,
I know that it ends in the ocean,
But I'm not sure just how long it takes.
I wonder now where does it come from,
And where does its journey begin,
The river holds on to its secrets,
Guess, I'll never know just where it's been.
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The River
The River
