The Song of my Darling River

For years I’ve flown,

covering the same track,

sliding over rocks and stones,

filling those various cracks.

 

I’ve seen men come,

and I’ve seen men go,

One thing’s always consistent,

is their curiosity about my flow.

 

They talk as if I can’t listen,

and ask me this question,

In this world, I can be anywhere!

Then why do I choose be stay here?

 

I ask myself the same, sometimes.

Why be here, I can be somebody’s wine,

Why not flow at a place somewhere,

where I can call things mine.

 

I can be an ocean,

living up to my potential,

but it’s never about that,

it’s about feeling it real.

 

Still waters run deep,

but I have more force,

all my friends who are ocean now,

they sit quietly and weep.

 

And that’s when I realize,

these tracks I cover,

they wouldn’t have been here,

if I hadn’t went over.

 

These rocks,these stones,

I’ve molded over time,

unlike my ocean friends out there,

I can call these mine.

 

And that’s when I decide,

that I’m gonna stay here, at my home,

I’m going to be with the people I love,

I’m going to make my legacy known.