Sitting On a Rock In the Middle of a Gentle River
sitting on a rock in the middle of a gentle river
collecting my thoughts and taking in the pain
crying tears of regret and not caring about the relentless falling rain
i continuously wonder 'what if' until i begin to aggressively shiver
repetition used to be a friend of mine right along with a home
nothing exists freely without her there
with her influence and inspiration i always knew what it was to care
now in the here and now of this modern life i needlessly roam
the love of my life was called home by The King of Kings last year
her decline came so quickly and swift was its cruel cold hand
now all in life is so colorless and extremely bland
i pray to God to bless me with some type of bravery because i now constantly live in fear
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