Rivers Cry
Stars twinkle on a black canvas as the breeze gentle rustles the leaves
The River sings a mournful song of memories of long ago
Of greatness it once knew but now can never show.
You’ve robbed me of my beauty! It cries
My life giving flow is fading!
So much life depends on me, but they now are dieing away.
What can sway the hearts of men?
Why can’t you understand?
Soon I will be nothing more but a dry desert waste land.
The River sings a mournful song of memories of long ago
Of greatness it once knew but now can never show.
You’ve robbed me of my beauty! It cries
My life giving flow is fading!
So much life depends on me, but they now are dieing away.
What can sway the hearts of men?
Why can’t you understand?
Soon I will be nothing more but a dry desert waste land.
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